Wind ravages a lonely slope on the eastern side of Hoenn. Angry waves tear and maul at the cliff surface below, but two figures are safe on their rickety standing point, for now, anyways.
"I told you I loved you," he whispers, ravishing her neck with salt-beaten kisses. She shudders under the moonlight, beige skin seeming ivory under the Man in the Moon's wise gaze.
"Ruby."
"Sapphire."
Through this entire journey- narrowly dodged boulders, lightning-charged gym leaders, crazed bastions of earth and sea- they've been neglecting the world by saving it. Missing those childish moments in life has brought an adult gauntness to both of their faces, a lack of baby fat from nearly starving in the wilderness so thoroughly infested with young children clear in their brittle bones.
Lilycove's sand-covered shore shines in the distance, a bright and lively reminder that life will and must go on, despite ruined childhoods and scarred hands that grasp each other in the moonlight.
Sapphire tightens her hold on Ruby for a second, but realizes why Arceus put her on this good green Earth, full of monsters and trees and bespectacled boys who give nothing but love and promise.
She's always been meant to let go of everything.
But this time, Sapphire thinks, I won't.