disclaimer: pokemon is not mine.
notes: this is from white's pov so it's different. and it's rather interesting. tell me which story you prefer, white or black's. i might just and N's later for the heck of it. maybe. if you want me to.
(if you keep it up, you will be)
DEAD BY APRIL.
may—
it's so cold and you are alone— those friends of yours started their journey a few months ago and you being the good girl that you are told them that you were going to catch up with them, but that all went down the drain when you met him.
he's really beautiful and as you hold your hand and speaks to you softly and tells you—
'you'll never have to be alone ever again, my white queen.'
june—
you met black today and cheren and belle. cheren hates you now— because you are with this beautiful boy and as you see cheren being held back by belle and black you could feel black's stare on you. you look away in shame and grab N's hand.
and begin to walk away and N whispers—
'you have me, princess.'
september—
you are alone, since N went away for an important meeting, he was going to change the world and you knew that. and when cheren was yelling at you and belle was looking sadly at the floor and black just had his hat down low, you said that you loved him.
then black broke the wall and disappeared.
september continued—
you followed him away and held him by his hand and it felt so nice to hold his hand again, but you shook those thoughts from your head and said— 'i'm sorry and i know what you feel— but i'm sorry.'
and then he asks, 'how?" and you heart breaks in two.
'i don't know. it was just one look.'
and black's face gave you enough heartbreak to last a lifetime.
november—
you were sitting next to N on the docks, swinging you feet as he nonchalantly mentions that he met black. you raise your eyebrow in surprise and continue swinging your feet. you freeze when N says—
'he still loves you, you know?'
—but you smile and stare at him, 'but i love you, you know?' and you think you did the right thing when you felt something warm on your lips. that was your first kiss.
december—
you told yourself that you didn't see the familiar hat and continued on with your stroll with N laughing and smiling, but inside you think that your heart was crying.
february—
black is glaring at N and you grab N's hand in fear because black's eyes are so dark and smoldering and beautiful and he seems ragged, tired and absolutely beautiful and he wouldn't give up but then N says—
'you know black, every king needs a queen. And white's mine.'
and for some weird reason you think you might just cry and it's valentine's day too and you think you may just be in love with that boy, but you don't move and continue to hold N's hand tighter and tighter.
april—
a year has past and N has won and black doesn't come over anymore and you have stopped wishing and hoping and dreaming for that day because N just keeps hypnotizing you with his gaze and you know that you wouldn't be able to leave that, because you love him too. you love his eyes that change from green to blue, and his silky voice, and elegant behavior.
so you stay as his little doll— but you know that you are dead inside.
(but still you remain asleep until your true love comes and wakes you with a kiss.)
the end
