Nate x Hugh- brought to life
Requested by Eon the zoroark
Sorry for the wait!
(with a hint of sequelshipping, not intended! ROSA IS LIKE HUGH'S BROTHER, AND NATE'S SISTER! In this he thinks of her as nate's l'il sis :3)
…Don't look at me like that. I know what I'm doing.
Who am I kidding? I have no clue whatsoever.
But one thing's for certain. It was always you.
You and your chocolate brown eyes, only slightly darker than your hair. I'm actually surprised I could tell the difference between them.
If you had a sister, she would've loved you.
Or maybe you'd just argue all the time. Or maybe a mix between our relationship, love and hate and arguing and agreeing. So messy and so perfect. It's like a hurricane, only an invisible one, so that I could still see the sun and feel the rush of wind next to me. No, not wind. You.
Ugh. I'm not good at this cheesy romantic stuff, or anything mushy. I'm not good with words, 'kay? I keep getting off topic, I guess it's because of you.
We made pledges to each other, do you remember? We made our own vows that we would travel to all the regions we were allowed to before each other. You went to Alola before me. I wrote to tell you you won, but you had to go and disappear.
No one could find you for a month. The news said you were dead. Rosa missed you. She came in screaming that she didn't want to hear anything ever again. It's like she lost a brother.
…I'll admit, I almost gave up as well.
I mean, when someone disappears without a trace for a month…
I'm glad you came back. Not glad, exhilarated. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it was like seeing the sun again after a lifetime of darkness. Like remembering what seeing a blue sky felt like. Like- I don't even know, ok? It's just like being submerged underwater and finally being able to breath.
It's like I've been brought to life again. And I know you feel the same way. When you came to my house after that time, we were staring for so long. Not the most poetic way of saying, "hey, I think I love you," but I'm not a poetic person, and nor are you.
I'm just another impatient rival of yours, and you are the centre. How do you make my mind revolve around you? I don't even mind, one look of yours keeps making me come back for more. Like on legal drugs, and addiction of some sort. They say it can be cured if you find another love, but I don't think I'm ever going to find a love like you again.
I admitted it too late, didn't I? You were dead and gone within two weeks, and I didn't have time to see you, or talk. I can barely remember the last words I said to you, but I can remember the ones you said to me. I want to remember. No, I want you.
I want you next to me, I want to see your smile again. I want to feel your hand in mine. I want to see you in a state that isn't cold or still or dead. I'll wait forever for you. I know it's mushy but honestly I couldn't care less.
You told me you loved me, and I didn't know until too late.
I'm writing this as a goodbye, which is weird because this doesn't even have "rest in peace" or "goodbye" in it. I'm waiting until I can say "Hi" again and you can smile back and I can punch you in the face for being so irresponsible- but that's not going to happen.
At least, until you can be brought to life again.