One some nights, Reshiram would dream. Of the time they were one of the same. It felt like a distant memory now, almost as if it never happened. Her mind would rock back and forth. Which were pure memories? Which were faux memories? They were too far gone for her to remember.
On some nights, she would dream. What would it be like if they were to live once more, no longer as separate entities. Again, she thought, it was nothing but wishful thinking - a cruel disillusion.
Most nights she found herself tired for no reason. She suspected mental stress. All these useless imagery floating in her mind, they made her weak.
What was done, is done, she tried to convince herself. It was hopeless for them to come to terms with each other. She shouldn't think otherwise... but when she sees a storm brewing from the skies afar, oh how she longed to join him.
It was impossible. They were separated by nature's laws. Never to meet, never to cross paths. Once the line has been stepped over, only chaos is certain.