It was a warm evening. The sun was setting, shimmering dangerously close to sinking beneath the rippling sea, an anxious red sky glowing ominously, as she slowly made her way across the shore line, the red light tinting her skin ever so slightly. Her shoes were flat - chosen so she'd be shorter than him. Her dress was one of those floral summery ones, that floated around with the breeze, she always felt more feminine in those dresses. Her makeup had been done to perfection, rosy cheeks, golden eyes, full, pink lips that glinted slightly in the red light from the sun, caused by the sheer amount of gloss on she had lavished. Her hair had been curled and curled so much that they bounced with sheer volume and perfection, and the amount of hairspray to keep them in place, a sudden hurricane couldn't move a single brunette hair from it's designated pace. Small footsteps trailed behind her, her shoes imprinted on the sand.
A small cough from behind her told her she was no longer alone on this once busy beach, she spun in a small pivot motion, and beamed, no longer needing rouge to have bight, rosy cheeks. Rushing to the man that stood a small way back, she flung her arms round his neck, giggling, and planted a small yet loving kiss on his cheek. He did nothing. He did not wrap his arms around her, smile, or kiss her in return. Yet he stood motionless, a hard look in his eyes. In one swift moment, he grabbed her arms, twisted them away from him, and gently stood her in front of him, away from her. Her glowing smile switched to a confused and hurt frown.
"Drew...?" Her frown switched to a anxiousone. There was something in the look of his eyes she didn't like.
"May." His usually glittering emerald eyes seemed cold and distant, one thumb looped in his jeans pocket, and the other hand hung limply by his side. May glanced over him skeptically. He just came this way from work, not bothered about their date. His jeans were covered in dirt, and his plain, black t-shirt, while very ab hugging, drenched in sweat from work, and one or two pizza stains from his meal before hand - dispite the fact he usually took May out to a meal when they met up. His usual glossy green hair was ruffled from the wind, messed from various admirers at work. She frowned again.
"You're a bit messy today!" She giggled, attempting to lighten the tension between them. Those words cast a spell between them. A silence, neither could hear a decibel of sound other than the crash of the waves, drawing uncomfortably close to May's feet, her back to the crescendolike ocean. Somewhere, a wingull crowed for it's mother. May sneezed, which broke the silence between the two.
"I want to talk to you about something." Drew finally spoke - though it came out in a monotone. May nodded eagerly, grateful for the conversation. "I'm breaking up with you."
And May began to laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
Then silence came over them again. The wingull's crying became louder and more desperate.
"You're serious?" May's voice trembled. Drew nodded once, turned away, and walked. "... W-wait!" she cried, running after him. "B-but... Why?" Drew turned fora moment, looked at her straight in the eye.
"I'm bored with you." He smirked, and lifted the arm that wasn't attached to the dirty jeans as a sign of goodbye, and walked away.
Past the wingull's mother Pelipper. Being mauled to death by a Sinnoh visitor's pet Purugly.