I have a sad sad sad sad SAD soul. The title popped into my head one night, and this is where it led. So sorry. I don't own Pokemon, I just own my tortured mind.

Ages:

May- 17

Drew- 18

Drew's POV

My hands are shaking. I focus my energy and try to stop the trembling, but it's no use. My whole body is shaking. I take a deep breath and hold out the rose. The last rose, although she doesn't know it will be the last. Not yet. Her face, that adorable face I fell in love with, lights up. She grins, and throws her arms around my neck. This is how I know the curse is real. I know because I feel no warmth. She's smiling and saying something in that whiny but beautiful voice. Or at least, I used to think it was beautiful. Like I said, the curse is real and I can no longer hear the beauty in it or see the cuteness in her face. I flashback to the last day I loved her.

"Can we be like this forever Drew? I've never been happier." I smile and stare into those beautiful blue eyes.

"I'll love you always May. You are my everything." I pull her in for a kiss. Her mouth, against mine, is smiling.

I realize now how wrong I was. I probably would have loved her forever if I'd made different choices that day. But I made choices that only a fool would make. Clearly, I am a fool.

"May. I have to go." I say, the coldness in my voice surprising me.

"Why?" she giggles. "Come on Drew, let's catch a movie, or watch the sunset and fall asleep looking at the stars!" I look into her eyes. When she meets mine, her smile falters. "Drew?" I turn away.

"For your own safety, I must leave." I begin to walk, but she grabs my arm.

"I know you Drew. And anyone who knows you knows they can't stop you if you get your mind set on something. So I won't try. But I'll miss you. So I have to ask. When will I see you again?"

"NEVER!" I spit out, so loud she lets go of my arm. "Never. I'm not coming back, and you… you will never see me again." I say. May stumbles back, a hand on her heart.

"Drew…" she begins, but before she can finish I walk away. It wasn't hard for me to end it. Because I have lost the ability to love her. Her tortured sobs don't even bother me.

May's POV

"Drew. Drew. Drew. Drew. Drew. Drew. Drew." I don't know how I managed to get home from that flowery hellhole of a hill. I don't know how I held it together long enough to stumble up the stairs to my room. I don't know how I ended up lying on the hard, cold, wooden floor in the fetal position. The only thing I know is that he left. He left and he's never coming back. I clutch the rose, squeezing the stem so hard that the thorns poke tiny hole in my skin. The blood stains the stem. I uncurl myself and lie on the floor, arms and legs out as though I'm going to make a snow angel.

"I'll love you forever Drew. You can leave with me a thousand times and I know I'll always come back. I love you, and I'm never going to let go of that." I stare at the peeling paint on the ceiling. White, giving way to a beige underside. After lying on the floor for what must have been hours, I decide I should probably do something. My limbs protest, but I sit up. My joints are stiff. The rose, still stained with my blood, is wilting. If there was anything left in me alive, it dies at the sight of the last rose, wilting. I stand, and walk to my desk. On it, there is a vase. A crystalline vase with a blue squiggle circling the neck. But what is in the vase is my goal. My desk is next to a window. I'm glad it's so windy. I pick up the vase and pull the roses out. A round 30. Placing the vase back on the desk, holding the last rose in one hand and the bunch in the other, I open the window and fling the bunch with all my might. It sails about 20 feet before dropping. As it falls, it's caught on an updraft and goes spiraling into the air. Buffeted this way and that, I watch as it flies into the blue. I shut the window with a snap and try not to think, not to feel.

I place the final rose, with its bloody stem, in the glass vase. I watch it, feeling like I'm fading into the blue along with the roses.

Drew's POV

I sit on a lonely playground swing, trying to force myself to be sad. Trying to force myself because it would mean that I was sorry to see her leave. It would mean that I still love her. The curse is made worse by the fact that I can remember loving her. I remember how I felt and how much she meant to me. I just can't feel it anymore. It's like I'm a big cake, and my feelings are all slices. Somebody ate the slice that allowed me to feel love. I can remember that it was there, and what it looked like. Now feeling the empty spot, all I get is a sour taste in my mouth. I remember the day the slice was cut from the cake.

"This is it, Flygon. Do you think the legends are true?" I say as Flygon and I circle the blackened castle in the middle of the ocean.

"Flyyyyyy!" Flygon agrees, and we land. The gravel crunches under my feet as we approach the front gates. Flygon cowers, and tries to hide behind me.

"Flygon return." I say, zapping Flygon into its pokeball. I touch the crumbling wood of the main gate and, because it's so decrepit, it falls. I shield my head from debris as it rains down. When it's stopped falling, I lift my head up, coughing from the dust. Well. I think. That was an adventure. I struggle through the crumbling planks and into the castle. I wonder again why I had insisted that May didn't accompany me on this particular adventure. I'd feel braver if she was here with me. It's pitch black inside the castle. I can't even see my own hand in front of my face. If there were any windows, it wouldn't help. It's midnight outside, and there are no stars. I pull my flashlight out from my backpack. May said she added a few necessities and my hands bump something hard, sitting in the bottom next to my flashlight. I pull it out too, and see that it's a locket. How cliche. I think, but I open it anyway. Inside is a picture of her Beautifly on one side, and a rose on the other. My first attempt at emotional contact. My excuse and my gift. I squeeze it, and, feeling very un-masculine, slip it around my neck. When I click my flashlight on, what I see makes me scream like a little girl. Now I'm truly thankful I told May to stay behind. She's strong, but I'm stronger, and I nearly wet myself. A skull with ruby eyes that seem to burn into my soul. Is this it? I didn't expect it to be so disturbing. I slowly extend a hand and place it on the skull. it scalds me at the first touch and my hand jumps away. Now it's clear to me that something's wrong. I turn and try to run away, my quest forgotten. But light floods the room and I'm stopped by an invisible barrier. I pound on it, but I can't make a dent.

"Leaving so soon?" asks a deep voice from the other side of the room. I spin on the spot, breathing hard and fast. A figure, in shadow despite the light filling the room. "Why, isn't this what you came for?" the skull floats off its pedestal. It floats towards me. An icy hand grabs me from behind. A cold and sharp fingernail slowly presses into the back of my neck. "Drew Hayden. I know all about you. Such is my power, I can know all your fears and desires simply by looking at you." I struggle, but another icy hand holds my hands behind my back. I cannot go anywhere.

"What do you want with me?!" I yell at the darkness. The one shadow in a room full of light.

"Payback. I've lived in this castle alone for thousands of years. It's about time I had a little fun." I close my eyes and grit my teeth. "Long have I held a grudge against the family name of Hayden. Your ancestors, boy, took what was most important to me from me. Now, I'll take what is most important to you." A light, pure and clean, floats out of my chest. The rest of the room darkens. Pitch black except for the one light. It explodes, like a firework waiting to be set off. The fragments fall and dissipate, leaving me with an empty feeling. The locket turns cold and starts to tremble. I'm released from the icy hands and I fall to the floor, breathing heavily. The room is pitch black again and it's as if nothing has changed.

I open my clasped hands and stare at the locket I'm holding. What interests me is the fact that I have not been able to open it since I lost my pure ability to feel love. The locket, My locket. I keep telling myself. But it can't be mine. I don't love her. No, I can't love her. Even though I wish I did.

Woah. I had no idea I could write something this depressing. I know I said on my profile I'd do one story at a time, but you know… I wrote this and I guess I just thought that I should post it. Chapter two will be up sometime… I'm a slow writer. *Sweatdrops*