Jimmy was never one to be afraid. He was always one to approach things with a straight ball approach. He was always the one to fling headfirst into danger for the sake of others. No matter what, whether it was a Pokemon or a person, if someone was at risk of getting hurt, he would be there to protect them. Even if he wouldn't come out unscathed, as long as the safety of the one in danger was ensured, he would give everyone thumbs up.

"OK, perfect!"

So, being scared would be the last thing that Jimmy would have ever expected. But that was exactly what happened… and he had no idea what to do.

A loud slap echoed through the thick never-ending woods. Jimmy's head was turned at an awkward angle, a bright red mark now appearing on his right cheek. He reached up to feel his slapped cheek, which was beginning to sting painfully. His trademark yellow-and-black cap was lying, forgotten, on the forest ground. It's usual yellow color was stained brown, due to the puddle of mud it had fallen into when it was dropped. Jimmy turned his head to allow himself to see the person who had stricken him. When he saw the person in front of him, the black-haired boy blinked in surprise.

Standing before him was a dainty, fragile feminine figure. She was wearing an extremely familiar cap on top of her light blue colored pig tails, which were fixed in a way that the ends would uniquely turn up, as if they were check marks. She had on a white jacket, which ended right before her stomach, and a pale pink shirt underneath it. Feeling his throat close up a bit, Jimmy swallowed, hard. "Marina," he breathed.

He saw that tears were swimming in her bright aqua colored eyes. Her face was red, swollen and puffy. There were dry stains of where previous tears had rolled down her face. The expression on her pale, unblemished face portrayed hurt and betrayal. Her head was facing the ground, her shoulders heavily shaking, letting out a whimper every now and then. Her left arm was crossed over her body, making Jimmy finally understand that it was she who had hit him.

"How could you Jimmy?"

Suddenly, Marina took a step backwards, looking up sharply with her crystal blue eyes. That was when he realized that they were standing on a steep cliff, which had a raging waterfall right beside it. His eyes widened in surprise as he reached to get a hold of the blue-haired girl's hand, attempting to pull her back. "Marina, be care-" Swiftly, she slapped his arm, jumping even further towards the edge of the cliff.

"Don't touch me!" Jimmy flinched at the tone of her voice. It was sharp. It was cold. It was harsh. It was hoarse. And it was soon replaced by a loud sob.

"You never cared! You never paid me any attention! You never understood me! You never tried to contact me! You were always to busy to talk! You were to preoccupied with trying to achieve your goal of being a master to care for your friend!"

Jimmy's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened even more. Was this really how she felt? Did he really act this way? Before he could ponder this any further, Marina spoke again.

Her voice sounded pitiful and all choked up, but she continued with her rant, taking another few steps backwards. "You cared more about your Pokemon than you did me! You never supported me! You made fun of what I wanted; of my goal! You thought I was stupid and childish! You pay barely any attention to me!"

"Marina!" Jimmy yelled out in concern. Her feet were right at the edge of the cliff. He dropped down to his knees, placing both his hands on the ground in front of him. "Please," he whispered, hoarsely. "Please, don't go! I'm sorry. Please, don't leave me."

She looked icily at him before opening her mouth again. "I'm not sure if we are friends anymore. I don't even know if we ever were friends!"

"Marina!" Again, Jimmy called out to the girl. However, this time, there was pain in his voice. "How can you say that? I DO care for you." Tears were stinging his eyes, but Jimmy did nothing about it. He had to tell Marina, before it was too late. "I care for you more than anything in the world. I NEED you. Please, forgive me. I've acted like a fool, and I regret! I repent! Please… I'm begging you, Marina…" Looking up, Jimmy yelped. Marina had lifted one foot, letting it hover over the cliff. A torrent of tears poured down Jimmy's pale cheeks. "No," he croaked. "Please, I'm sorry…"

"It's too late, Jimmy." Hearing her voice say his name made his heart pound, and made the tears flow down his face even quicker. Squeezing his eyes shut, Jimmy opened his mouth, feeling a surging need to say one more thing- one thing that he has needed to say for so long.

"Marina, I lo-" Jimmy looked up, wanting to look into her crystal blue eyes while he said the most important thing that he has ever said in his life. But he never got to. Letting out a cry, he scrambled to his feel. Marina was gone. The edge of the cliff had crumbled off. The only thing left was her cap; her favorite blue cap. Shakily, Jimmy grabbed it. Raindrops began to pelt him and rolled down his face, as did his tears. His heart felt a pang, and Jimmy began to pound the jagged cliff. Blood covered his hands as he continuously scraped it against the rough, sharp rocks, digging them into his fist.

Gasping, Jimmy sharply sat up. His breaths were coming out ragged and unevenly, and he was drenched in sweat. His bare chest was glistening in the small bit of moonlight that has managed to seep in through the curtains. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and his skin was a sickly pale shade; it was almost as if it were dough. He was shaking violently, and, reaching up to feel his swollen eyes, he could tell that he had been crying. Not to mention, he had an urge to spew up to contents of whatever was in his stomach. Jimmy looked around frantically, wondering where he was. There was a familiar red hoodie was hanging on the back of the chair next to him. His favorite yellow-and-black cap was thrown lazily on the desk in front of the chair. And he, himself, was sitting on… a bed?

Jimmy closed his eyes and sighed, relieved. It was all just a dream. Marina was not gone. The boy's breathing gradually grew slower, and he slowly drifted off to sleep. However, though he was sleeping calmly, Jimmy's mind was not at peace. Why had that dream scared him so much? He was definitely not one who was frightened easily. Shifting into a more comfortable position, Jimmy sighed. It must have been some rotten food or something. That must have caused his odd, out-of-character reaction to the insane dream.

Because, he definitely wouldn't have attempted to say those three words to Marina, those three forbidden words, if he was in the right mind…

Right?

Second fanfiction! Mistakes? Love it? Hate it? Please read and review! I do not own Pokemon.