This was disgusting.
Can't they see how pathetic they are? Laughing, screaming and playing around like some crazy little kids. Paul turned the page of his book angrily. Friends. What's their point? For him, they were just some annoying people breathing his air and slowing him down, but for Ash they were something else. They were the most important things he ever had. He trusted them strongly, blindly and, in Paul's opinion, foolishly. But they were just making him weak. Friendship would never make him the greatest Pokemon Master. It was all about strength. Strength that Ash never had.
'Reductio ad absurdum.'
He had watched him train. He liked his devotement. He was trying hard. Sometimes, Paul was wondering how did Ash win battle after battle against the gym leaders, but he was losing so easily in front of him. He was distracted; he could tell this by his actions. Was it because he was losing his temper, or was it because he was feeling uneasy around him? Weird things were happening between them. Things they couldn't define.
Paul didn't know what to believe. Was his rival falling for him? Would he ever admit he was falling for him, too?
'Dum spiro, spero.'
It's really hard to be trapped between two situations, but it's even harder to choose. Ash was confused. He didn't know what he was treasuring the most: his friendship with Dawn and Brock, or his feelings for Paul. He wanted them both, but it was impossible. He was afraid to take any steps forward; he didn't know what it was going to happen next. It was a crossroad; every path was going to change his life forever. But what was the right way?
'Tuum sequere cor'
Paul sat there, watching him shake his leg nervously. He stretched his hand, brushing his white finger against the soft skin of his cheek. He was aware the he had put an immense weight upon his heart. He had given him the greatest challenge he ever had: to choose between him and his friends.
A smile, a real, genuine one, spread across Paul's lips. "Ash!" Ash raised his head. He loved how his name sounded when pronounced by Paul. It was vibrating with passion.
"You don't need them, you know that." his fingers ran through his ebony hair, watching tears roll down his cheeks. "Come with me." this words where tempting Ash so much…Paul's lips pressed against his forehead gently, softly. Ash was going to miss this. He was going to miss the passionate kisses they were sharing, the love words whispered into his ear, the soft touches tickling his skin, everything. Follow your heart…
"I will." trying to wipe away his tears was useless now; they were replaced by others, ceaselessly, shining like diamonds on Ash's little face. Turning his head, he threw a last glance towards the tents, inside which his friends were sleeping.
"Goodbye!" he whispered. He won't be there tomorrow, when they'll wake up. In life, you have to make sacrifices. The most important thing is to make the right decision.
Paul would just smile. 'Veni, vidi, vici.'
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What do you think? It took me a lot to write it, my internet was working with the velocity of turned off light.
Lol, my mother entered my room and said: "Something smells like burnt here." I said: "Yeah, it's my brain." In fact, it was the TV.
Reviews are welcome!