UPDATE!

I gently blink my eyes open. The eggs were still there. I sit up and look at the time. "3:46….." I sigh and fall back onto my bed. I can't sleep. I've tried already. It's impossible tonight. I lift the brown egg off the table and hold it tightly. "I wonder what you'll hatch into…." I groan quietly as I force myself to stand. Trying to sleep would just be wasted efforts, so I might as well go outside.

I slip past my mom's room with ease, and my brother is a heavy sleeper, so he's no problem. Quietly unlocking the door, I step outside, closing it behind me. I turn towards the sky. The same starless sight I see every night… It never changes. It's sad, really, but I'm used to it.

Holding the egg close to my chest, I happily breathe in the cool night air. I love it out here. It's the only time Nimbasa is quiet. I live in the darker part of the city, so I get to enjoy the pleasure of feeling myself bathe in the streaming moonlight. It makes me really happy, looking up at the sky's king-surrounded by its servants and people-above my head. I love the way that droplets of water would glimmer in the moonlight after a rainy day, or the crystals that can be seen on the fresh snow in the winter. The king watches over us during the night, the queen during the day. It makes me smile, the cycle that we seem to take for granted. I love the time I spend alone out here. But tonight is different. There's another one out here. I glance over at the other. It's a boy, a few years older than me, around thirteen. I'm ten.

I soon find myself enjoying looking at him. The way the moonlight seems to make his skin glow, the way it makes his silver hair glimmer, the way it reflects off his crimson eyes. I want the touch his smooth face, stroke his silver hair, and see his gentle expression up close. In the moment's lighting, he was beautiful, even undescribable. He turns, his scarlet eyes meeting mine. I feel myself blush. I can't help it, nor can I stop it.

Stare at the girl over by the other building for a while. She was actually really cute. Her light gold hair damp with the early humidity, the water droplets glimmering like diamonds woven onto each delicate strand of hair. Her pale skin reflected the moonlight almost perfectly, and icy blue crystals sat where her eyes should be. I smile at her. "Hi."

She turns bright red, and I chuckle as she stutters, "H-h-hi…"

I stand and walk over to her, reaching my hand out. "I'm Gilbert."

"V-Via….." She takes my hand also, and after a proper introduction, we are sitting next to each other, gazing up at the sky. I look over at her again. Her light blue pajamas were nearly soaking from the dew, and in her arms was a brown and tan egg.

"You know what kind of egg that is, right?" I say, startling her.

"No, I don't," she holds it tightly, "not yet, at least." I smile. I know easily it's an eevee egg.

"It's close to hatching. Did you know that?"

She looks at me, astonished. "How can you tell!?"

I shrug. "It's just a gift, I guess."

We're silent for a minute or two, but they feel like hours for some reason. When she finally speaks, I wish we could've been silent for a little while longer. "I should go back inside. My mom will wake up soon."

I can't help but sigh. I don't want her to go… "Let's do this again tomorrow night," I say, smiling. "Hang out here again."

She returns my smile. "Sure. I'll be here." And with that, she vanished into her house doors. I wonder what she thinks of me…

I sigh and gaze up at the star filled sky, Umbr asleep at my feet. The sun was beginning to break the horizon line, and I hadn't slept at all that night. I had stayed up thinking about why people are so afraid of me. Is it my aura, or maybe my height, or the fact that I'm always smiling at everyone, even if they're on death's doorstep… I can't help it… I love to smile at those in pain, thinking that it'll melt away their fears and their pain… But it only seems to cause more. People are so scared of me for some reason. I don't want to hurt anyone; I want to help them….. I want everyone to be happy, but I don't seem to make anyone happy. Is it because I'm miserable? That might be it. How can I make others happy when I'm not happy myself?

I stand, knowing what I had to do. I turn to Umbr, who was looking up at me sleepily. "Come on, Umbr.\" I say. "We're leaving."