Here's the sequel to Just Maybe, if you haven't read that then go read it now! This chapter, and this chapter only, is in Gold's point of view, enjoy.
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We were happy. We really were. With Giovanni gone and Silver recovered, things were great. Sure, Silver was sad for a while at the way things with his Dad had gone, but he put that to the back of his mind, he told me that it was as if nothing had changed, other than he had a couple of scars now. I believed him when he said that he was happy, and he was happiest with me. He even smiled sometimes, but only ever around me. I would hold him, I would kiss him, and I would show him how much I loved him every single day. I never left Silver alone for even a single day without talking to him at least once, whether he liked it or not. He'd look me in the eyes and tell me he loved me. Every. Single. Day.
He changed a little after everything, I know he did. Everyone saw it. Sometimes he'd even have bruises on his face, over his body, sometimes rope burns. I'd been the cause of each one, but I'm not a violent person – loud and playful, sure, but I didn't beat him or anything. He asked me to do these things. Sometimes he'd even be near tears, on his knees, asking…no, begging me to hit him. I hated to see the boy I loved cry in front of me, so I'd do it. He'd ask for me to be more extreme too, of course I'd refuse, but it was impossible when he was the one forcing the escape rope into my hands, telling me exactly how to tie him. He'd tease me and make me need him, then deny me until I'd done as he asked. He wanted me to make him scream. He'd become difficult to please. The only way to so much as satisfy him was to include pain in some way – tie him up, blindfold him, hit him, all manner of things. If we did it my way, he'd still cum, of course, but he wouldn't be happy with it, even I could tell. I love Silver, so I would do these things if it made him smile. That's what anyone would do for the one they love, right?
He told me he loved me. Every day he told me. Every day I told him that I loved him too. So can you imagine my surprise when suddenly he'd left without ever having said a word? That morning I'd tried calling him, but his Pokégear went straight to his automatic answering machine. It was off. Silver never turned off his Pokégear, but I ignored it at first. Maybe he'd turned it off by mistake? Maybe he did turn it off, and I just hadn't realised? Then it got weirder when I got to work and it was only Crys and I. No Silver. Maybe he'd overslept? Maybe he was sick? When, at the end of the day, he hadn't turned up, I called him again to no avail. I went to the Pokémon centre I knew he was staying at. I asked the nurse which room he was staying in, I hoped she'd be able to recall it off the top of her head if I described him. Red hair, pale eyes, black and red jacket, white cargo pants, and black boots – he was pretty recognisable. She knew who I was talking about and, after checking on her computer, she told me that he'd left last night. He'd handed in his key and taken his bag with him. She remembered it well, she'd been on duty that night and had thought it odd that he was leaving in the middle of the night – it was the first time it had happened. Naturally, I was in shock. He'd left. He'd left without telling me. Without even saying goodbye. Now I couldn't get him to answer and I had no idea where he'd gone. My usual grin fell, I took a seat, held my face in my hands, and wept. He was gone. Silver, my boyfriend, the first person I'd ever really loved. He was gone.
I told Crys first. I couldn't pull myself together, she picked me up from the Pokémon centre and took me to my home and into the arms of my uninformed Mum. I'd cried to Crys about my lost love, I'd cried and cried and cried. I had to try and put on a braver face to my Mum. I didn't want her to know I'd lost a lover, especially not at my age, instead I explained that my closest friend had disappeared and I didn't know what to do. She rubbed my back and dried my tears and cooked up some Cinnabar Island Volcano burgers. Even my favourite meal cooked to perfection couldn't numb my bitter sorrow.
I told Blue the next day, when I'd finally stopped crying long enough to call her. I'd hoped she might know where he'd gone, but she was as surprised as I was. She told me that Silver had only said good things about me, there was no indication that he wanted to leave me. She was worried about where her 'brother' could have gone, and why he would go there. Once I hung up my throat was tight and my face was wet again. Through my anguish I could almost see Silver here with me, not being able to look me in the face, tense from seeing me like this. He'd grumble and steal tiny glances at me when he thought I couldn't see him. He'd growl and tell me not to cry so much over stupid things. I'd moan to him about why I was crying and eventually he'd lose it and shout at me and tell me to 'man the fuck up'. Then I would think about what he'd said, and I would swallow my sadness and beam at him and tell him he was right. Then again, if Silver was here, by my side, then I wouldn't be in this pitiful state to start with.
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