Disclaimer: Satoshi Tajiri and Nintendo and probably a few other
corporations and people own the rights to people. For all I know, another
owns the rights to this plot; it's not all that original. Rain could be
called mine, but she could be called my dog's. Tasty chew toy perhaps.
But I don't have a dog.
"Perhaps it was because she acted the way I thought she should, or maybe it was because she didn't act at all."
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Sunlight streamed down in small uneven patches on the forest floor. Sneakers crunched on dry leaves left from last autumn and laughs were heard in memories, not aloud. Anytime anyone opened their mouths to speak the only sound that came out were squeaks and stillborn apologies. Apologies would sound stupid if said audibly, but they still needed to be said. The trio only walked together anymore because it was the quickest way to get places. Deep hatred for one another coursed through their veins when they glanced at each other. Any happiness between them had been forgotten years ago, not wanting to be remembered.
The orange-haired girl would watch the others make fools out of themselves and she used to silently laugh; now it made her angry and embarrassed that she even walked with them. One other, in return, remembered when the girl would remove him from potentially embarrassing situations, but now he just got angry that she always stopped him from making a fool out of himself. It wasn't fair.
A campfire was lit that night and the three bedded down yards from each other, afraid that the others would murder them in the cover of night.
"G'night," the hat wearing boy said, readying for an attack, but none came. The other two just ignored him, and he almost wished they had yelled at him. Early the next morning they reached the city and split. The boy had a feeling he'd never see his companions again, and it bothered him slightly. When he couldn't see his companions of late, he waved in that direction once.
"Perhaps it was because she acted the way I thought she should, or maybe it was because she didn't act at all."
~~~~~~~~~
Sunlight streamed down in small uneven patches on the forest floor. Sneakers crunched on dry leaves left from last autumn and laughs were heard in memories, not aloud. Anytime anyone opened their mouths to speak the only sound that came out were squeaks and stillborn apologies. Apologies would sound stupid if said audibly, but they still needed to be said. The trio only walked together anymore because it was the quickest way to get places. Deep hatred for one another coursed through their veins when they glanced at each other. Any happiness between them had been forgotten years ago, not wanting to be remembered.
The orange-haired girl would watch the others make fools out of themselves and she used to silently laugh; now it made her angry and embarrassed that she even walked with them. One other, in return, remembered when the girl would remove him from potentially embarrassing situations, but now he just got angry that she always stopped him from making a fool out of himself. It wasn't fair.
A campfire was lit that night and the three bedded down yards from each other, afraid that the others would murder them in the cover of night.
"G'night," the hat wearing boy said, readying for an attack, but none came. The other two just ignored him, and he almost wished they had yelled at him. Early the next morning they reached the city and split. The boy had a feeling he'd never see his companions again, and it bothered him slightly. When he couldn't see his companions of late, he waved in that direction once.
