A/N: A coursework due in 6 hours? What is that?
It hurts sometimes, going home to Pallet Town. Being embraced by the warmth and familiarity of his home was always welcomed, but the sight of that always put him at unease. The first house visible from the town entrance, by the kitchen window, always, the woman sat, a longing look adorning her face. Green didn't have to ask, he knew exactly what made her upset. More than anything, he wanted to burst through her door and shout: "He's at that mountain doing whatever he's doing when he has nothing to do, but don't worry, I make sure he's not dead whenever I have a day off!" or something.
But he couldn't.
It's a childish thing, he realizes. A small promise between friends. That was it. He shouldn't feel obligated to keep it. After all, it's a fucking stupid promise. Red wants to kill himself on that mountain? As the mature person he likes to think he is, the first thing Green should've done was to run home and tell his mother.
But he didn't.
Stupid Red, making him do things he doesn't want to do.
She didn't deserve to feel that way. Years without as much as knowing whether her son is alive or not… Green could only imagine how much that must've pained her. It's his fault, he knew. And every fucking second he spends in Pallet Town, he is ridden by guilt. If it wasn't for his (god forbid him admitting this out loud) respect for Red, he would've told her.
But then again, it probably wasn't his place to tell her either.