He stood by the wrecked wall that stood behind his once existing throne, staring at the mighty black dragon, lost in his thoughts. "Please.", my voice was pleading, more like begging. Hearing my voice, which probably sounded more like I was on the verge of breaking, he turned around and gave a sad, soft smile. He walked over and cupped my face in his hands, pressed his forehead to mine so that our nosed were touching and shook his head back and forth. Was he nuzzling me? If so, I didn't care. This was the most affection he'd given me, but of course it had to be when he was saying goodbye… love is ironic that way. "I have to leave." I shook my head in protest at his words. He didn't have to leave. He wiped his hand across my cheek. Was I crying? Gosh, I was so weak! I threw my arms around him and hid my face in his chest. No, I wasn't c crying, I was sobbing. I wasn't on the verge of breaking, I was breaking. While I was soaking his shirt, he stood there and hesitantly hugged me… it was so obvious he wasn't used to this kind of affection, but, to me, it made him all the more lovable because he had so much innocence. "White, follow your dreams, forget about me, it's best this way." I couldn't believe that, all my dreams changed over the last few months since I'd known him… not drastically, they just all included him now. If I told him that, would he stay? It was worth a try, "N..I-I…they-my dreams", pull it together, White, "my dreams..They'll never come true.." I took a deep breath, "they'll never come true if you're not here to be part of them." I wondered if he got all of that, I was mumbling in his shirt. Sighing, I began to say it again until a tear hit my face that wasn't mine. I looked up, and sure enough, he was crying too. Part of me was happy and hopeful, maybe he would stay now, but the rest of me, the majority, was heartbroken, I never wanted to make him cry. I bit my lip, I was going to make this better…I was going to make him happy no matter how much it hurt me, not matter how many pieces it crushed my dreams into…I was going to let him go, so with a deep, unsteady breath, I gathered just enough nerve, "N…go, find your own dreams, mine will be fine as long as you're having your own." He just stared at my face; I knew he wasn't convinced so I gave the best reassuring smile I could pull together. "White, don't give up on your dreams." I looked at him, not sure how to take that, "I have to go, find my own dreams", I felt new tears unintentionally fall down my face and pain shoot across his, "but, I promise, I will be back and make yours come true in any way I can no matter what it takes. Just promise me one thing, you won't lose faith in me and always believe I'll return." Burning with some new found passion, his deep green eyes captured my attention and thoughts as I stared at the green flame in them, and, without thinking, I heard myself say, "I promise." He nuzzled my face again with a soft, promising and thankful smile, "Farwell." With that he turned, ran, and jumped on Zekrom and as fast as he had entered my life, he left it. Dropping to my knees, I cried like I had lost someone to death's icy grip.
It's hard to believe that was almost a year ago and yet the wound in my heart still ached like it was yesterday. I looked up at the ferris wheel that glowed in the afternoon sun. Only one thing stopped me from riding it every day that I came, the thought of riding the ride alone when it held a memory of a time when alone was a distant thought. Today, however, I was determined to get on the stupid thing thinking it would awaken old memories that would give me hope that I promised I would keep. I promised I wouldn't give up faith and I felt like hope fell under that, but lately I've been a ghost wandering around losing the very thing I promised I'd keep. Except for the occasional meeting of Cheren and Bianca, I traveled alone (besides with my pokemon), I didn't want them to see me so depressed and hopeless. I'd already worried my mom last time I went home. I walked in the door and her face went straight to worry when she turned and saw me. She'd never looked so concerned before; she frantically hugged me and begged me to tell her what was wrong. Saying what I could so I wouldn't stat to cry, heaven only knows what she would've done if I had broken down in front of her, I vowed to myself I'd do something to find any kind of hope. Which takes me back to the ferris wheel that towers before me.
Judging the size of the carts of the ride, I called out Lluvia, my Samurott, and boarded the ride with him. He sat silently at my side while I stared out the window. I don't know what I was waiting for, but nothing was happening. After a few minutes, the realization of why I felt nothing hit me, hit me like someone had just Sucker Punched me in the stomach. Turning to Lluvia, I hugged him and began to cry, I felt more hopeless than I did when we got on the ride, the exact opposite of what I wanted. Why? Because, N's memory was slipping from my mind. I tried so hard to replay the night we rode the ferris wheel together but only short pieces played and even those weren't perfectly clear. Lluvia rubbed his head against mine and made a sort of humming noise, which made me cry more. He was trying so hard to comfort me and all I could do was cry. The worst part was when he started to nuzzle the top of my head, he didn't know how bad this hurt, but I didn't want to tell him because that was one memory that was so clear in my mind, the last vivid proof my mind had that N was real, and his nuzzling played it over a million times in my head. I held the tears of that old memory the best I could but some slipped out my eyes. After a few minutes I sighed and sat back up, "Thanks, Buddy." I patted him on his side and he gave the best smile a Samurott could give. We both looked out the window and sat there for a few minutes until I realized, "Is the ferris wheel not moving?" I looked down, we were at the top and it definitely wasn't moving. One thing I did remember, this didn't happen the last time I rode it. A growl ripped through Lluvia's throat and I looked in the direction he was. Three dark shadows were flying fast towards us, so I did what any trainer would've done and prepared to attack, "Lluvia, Water Pulse!" and without a second thought, he sent forth a ring of water at the shadows but in the process broke the windows of the cart and sent the door flying. We looked around but the shadows had disappeared. With such a quick disappearance like that I knew who we were dealing with, the Shadow Triad. Lluvia was on constant alert and I stayed close to his side. There was an odd silence, like the one you'd here before a storm until the noise of the cart creaking as it began to sway broke it. What in the world was going on? I was confused for only a moment until Lluvia shot another ring of water at the outside top of the cart and the cart swayed drastically again, they were trying to unhook the cart from the ferris wheel. My mind began to freak, we wouldn't survive a drop from up here! So they were trying to kill us? One side of the cart dropped and I flipped over the wall but Lluvia caught the collar of my vest. He struggled to keep his huge body from tipping the already sideways hanging cart from completely tipping, sending us falling. Laughs echoed and I could now see the shadows as they worked on the other hinges of the other side. My heart started skipping beats as I watched; it was like waiting for a bomb to go off. As soon as the thought to call out Reshiram crossed my mind, the cart creaked and then fell. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see my death and with a jerk, I wondered if we had hit the ground. If we did, I didn't feel anything…actually, it felt like I was flying. Opening my eyes, I saw the forest beneath me zooming by, and when I looked up at Lluvia, who still had me by the collar, my heart stopped. Behind the Samurrot was a huge black dragon that was carrying the detached cart. I could feel everything perfectly now, better than I had felt anything in months, the wind blowing against me, my hair blowing in my face, the slight choking feeling around my arms from being held by my vest, and most importantly, I could very distinctly feel my heart beating. It was a strange feeling that I almost didn't recognized as if it had actually stopped beating before. Zerkom flew for what felt like hours until he gently sat down the ferris wheel cart. When I was on the ground, I fell to my knees, I felt so weak but so alive, like my body was struggling to breathe but it desperately wanted to be reunited with the feeling of the air entering my lungs. I looked at Lluvia, had I been oblivious to how incredibly charming and what beautiful pokemon he was? It almost felt like I was seeing him for the first time. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring at the landing Zekrom and before he touched the ground, a green-haired boy jumped off his back and my vision began to spin. Unlike before, everything went numb, not like I wasn't feeling anything but like I was feeling too much so my body was shutting down. Before I had time to try to control it, I was pulled off the ground, familiar hands cupped my face, and I felt an oh-so-sweet, way too longed for, nuzzle against my nose. I felt dizzy, and, if I wasn't blushing before, I knew I was when he pulled me against himself into a full bodied hug. But if I was blushing, I didn't feel my face get hot, I just knew myself well enough to know when I would and should be blushing. He was breathing frantically; I could feel his chest move unevenly and could hear his heart pounding in an unsteady rhythm. In a voice that portrayed more emotions than I was used to him showing, like worry, longing, impatience and desire, I heard him breathe out, "White", and with the final hearing of his voice, I felt my body go from numb to limp and my face from numb to burning. Like someone flicked a light switch off, everything went black.