a/n: Hello. I do not own pokemon and do not own Mars.
null and void
Are you there? You're not. I can feel your presence, but you're not there.
Maybe it's time I gave up on searching for you—my other half, pieces strewn around the world. Once upon a time, I stood tall and prim, glossed and proper. Colors erupted in every corner, splashes of difference squeezed into the rightful dimension.
Once upon a time there were three states of matter, three dimensions, and I was fawned upon.
I think I had delicate wings that made fairies sigh whenever I flew past, all glitters and rainbows. The most ideal gaze befitting a legendary. Nestled between Dialga and Palkia, my pedestal gave way to the breathtaking red mountains of Coronet and everything on either side, with wildflowers blooming and things that reinforced my crown of controlled power. I protected children from the big bad dark. I filled in whether the tooth fairy was sick…
…And I became the substance of fairy tales.
Fin. Finished. The-end, please, and a plump cherry on top, swirled with extra whipped cream, pretty please.
Or not.
In one snap of impossibilities, the world's rules were pushed aside. In an instant, the colors were a thing of the past. Life is in another dimension and the question whether I have a soul or not is answered.
I do not.
I twirl in the shadows, laughing, and dizzy…But then, as the shadows let up to inkviolet, the guilt begins to set in.
It pounds against my empty soul, battering against my dull husk. I can scream, but there are no echoes. I can shut my eyelids tight, but there is nothing to see besides the bleeding.
(And I'm really sorry, whatever I did.)
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