I did this cause I wanted to. I never DO these kinds of fanfictions, but I LOOOOVE them. The style, the look ! Ahaha, but yeah, I love this pairing also, cause it's cute, and I have my little quirks! -.- I really do hope you like this ! Please and thank-you! R&R
I do not own Pokemon, or have any such connections.
:ONE:
Crystal's pink lips, opened, barely, not a sound came thorough. This was how it was, and be. A mute, that's always afraid of being brave.
Funny how it all ends up.
Smearing it in people faces; those that didn't have hope. Hope for her.
But yet, how come she ended up being the best out of them all?
Them idiots.
:TWO:
There was a time, where her curly, blue, so very blue hair bounced around her, as she swirled and twirled in a field. A grassy, blooming field.
That was where she planted her seed- where she is blooming.
Toppling onto the ground, beside a boy, with charming black hair, and gold eyes that could suck you deep into them, you would get lost. That was where she spoke for the very first time after sever years.
She was 15.
:THREE:
Leaving high school and all her friends ; it would be hard. She herself had been able to speak sentences without stuttering or such.
And achievement for her. University? Nah, she may not go she says to a red head with shining silver eyes. He understood her. Better than others. But she didn't love him how she loved the other boy. Walking away she began to sing.
And this is where it all began.
:FOUR:
There she was on stage-a majestic flower who stayed firm even against a gust of wind. There was no support among her, it was just her-alone.
The people she had met had gone separate ways. Every way imaginable. Some became famous bandits she had seen with her very own 2 eyes. Or maybe scientist that had a famous discovery. Who knew.
After all her hard work, there she sat on a broken tattered stool, seemingly looking as if it was going collapse. But of course, there she stayed put in a dingy bar, with the stench of men and cigarettes. Never did she mind.
Because she thought that if she stayed out, maybe his adventurous persona would stop by, and there she would see him again. The boy with gold eyes.
But even if she waited, he never came and there it became a ladder on to find him. The boy. Higher and higher she went, her popularity had risen.
Risen to something unimaginable to those who had known her. It was af if it was a dream. Her elders rubbed their eyes till they became red and stingy, the boy with red hair, who was one of those bandits slight smirked.
And this was how she found Gold, the boy with gold eyes.
She was 23 and he, 24. Forever they loved each other, death never doing them part.