But then, why was the following night so depressing?

Cerulean droplets rolled down his cheeks, his face becoming more and more sore as he tried so hard to not get stains on the paper. His will promised every last bit of his estates to her, regardless if she was in love with him at the time, or not.

Because the first love is always the most special, right?

"I...I can't..."

He broke down, tossing the will aside to sob into his arms. He wasn't afraid of death itself. He was terrified of the prospect of his Queen leaving him. But he was so young. Why would he think of these things now? It had to have been his mind. Curse how smart he was.

"I can't be the one crying..." He thought, trying to stave his sadness at bay, even if it meant gripping his thighs to the point of near-bleeding. He had to be strong. For her.

Though it felt like eternity, in about two minutes, the waterfall dried up. Sniffling his tears up, he heard a familiar sound, one that never failed to make his heart jump.

His PokéGear rang, and he immediately picked it up.

"H-hello?"

"Bugsy? Hi! How is my sweetie-pie doing?"

"I...I'm fine, Whitney. A-and you?"

"Good! Hey...you sound sad. Something the matter with you?"

The little boy winced. His feelings tended to float towards her. "N-no, nothing is wrong." That was a lie. How could he lie to her? "A-actually..."

"Hmm?"

"I...I just wanted to say that I really love you, Whitney. Just before I go to bed. I'll always love you."

A little gasp could be heard from the other end of the microphone. "D'aww, that's so sweet~. But, ah...I wanted to tell you something, too. Bugsy, don't ever forget this. You...make me whole."

A shocked noise came from the boy. "I-I do?!"

"Y-yes! I don't ever want you thinking you're not enough. You're perfect, just how you are." She turned over, noticing that it was nearly eleven o' clock. "Oh, I need to head off now, Milky needs me in the mornin'. Good night! Mwwah~."

He felt ecstatic, elated, relieved, and lovestruck. But when wasn't he whenever he talked to his love? "Good night, Whitney~." The devices turned off into a click, and the couple rolled into their own beds.

"I'm...so lucky. I make her so happy..." The cascade began once again, but this time, on a far more melodic note, crashing into the misty slumberland.