i hope you like this piece, I actually really like it! i randomly started writing this and it came out pretty good for something random!
Pokemon is not mine.
First, everything is fine and dandy. Lucas is hers and the sky is a brilliant blue color to her, even when it's gray.
Nothing can let her down, not even when the ocean's brilliant blue hue becomes greener and the sky is gray.
Lucas is the one lifting her above the clouds, tearing her into the sunset and making her the new atmosphere for the whole entire world.
Because she is beautiful and shall be treated as such. Or so he says.
And then, he leaves. Flies so high and so far away it makes a glitch in their relationship.
She is left with Barry.
Barry is impulsive, reckless and headstrong - a direct contrast from Lucas.
He doesn't treat her like she is the atmosphere, he treats her like she is: nothing more than a friend.
He doesn't say things that make her swoon and make her fly, but he gives her looks that do just the same.
He is becoming more than what Lucas was.
Because he doesn't speak that way, but looks at her that way and eventually she is now his atmosphere.
And yet, the gray in the sky upsets her every time she sees it. It makes her want to fall over and go back to sleep.
But he awakens her in the morning. He won't let the gray skies get her down, even when they actually do.
Lucas comes back when she is at the beach with Barry. And Lucas has not changed his feelings for her, but she has changed hers for him.
But Barry and Lucas run off the beach, leave her alone, as if she is nothing more than the sand blowing as they run through it.
She's not the atmosphere, not the sun, not even a cloud; she is the gum under their shoes.
She always has been, she realizes.
So she draws a big heart in the sand, and writes "L+D" and "B+D" in it. She scribbles those out and writes "L+B", the way it is now. The way it has always been.
They were only that way to her because she baltered her way into their hearts. She was never really the atmosphere, they never really loved her.
She then drew Lucas's heart in the sand, the one who started her mess of feelings only to let her down (when they, especially Lucas, never had before and promised they never would), and outlined it very darkly.
She began to jump all over it, stamp on it, scratch at it as if it really was his heart. She screams at it, like Lucas is really listening (but he is miles away) and begins to cry.
Her sobs do not stop, and she is left on the beach alone, people watching but they are uncaring and cruel, and look down upon her, as apparently everyone seems to do nowadays.
She looks back at the scrambled heart and tells it how it made her feel and everything that it did wrong. She dances on it like it is Lucas's grave.
She hates him and Barry, but cannot bring herself to wish harm upon them.
She falls in the sand and cries out the glitches in her relationships, lets them fade out until she can no longer think about them, no longer knows who these boys that ruined her are.
She simply forgets and lets the tears dry.