I woke up today and I don't know why I had this idea formed in my head. The fic is almost done, I just have to put it on paper.
I hope you guys like it. I'll probably change the title of this.
I don't own Pokemon *sighs*
The damage is done.
Looking around her (their?) living room, she notice how destructive she can be when she puts her mind into it.
But then again, so can he.
(Maybe this was the problem all along.)
She's sitting on the floor, with her knees to her chest. Her eyes are puffy, an angry green with a red background. She's biting her lip with so much force that she can feel the metallic taste of blood on her mouth.
He, on the other hand, is sitting on the couch, with his head on his hands. His eyes are down and his hair is a mess.
"I guess this is it."
He raises his head and she looks inside his dark eyes. She wonders when was the last time that her heart skipped a beat just by having his eyes staring at her.
"I guess it is."
Reviews are appreciated!