Something of a Tragedy
Seamus - Beautiful
Arceus, last night was quite intense.
I honestly didn't know what to expect. Harley—he's a great guy and all, don't get me wrong, but...as I saw from a distance, cigarette in my mouth, legs crossed, eyes fixated on Soledad's crying, shaking figure...I saw anger, I heard anger. He was sorry, no doubt about it. But it's like he was bitter. Bitter about life and all that crap. I don't blame him. Life sucks. A lot.
Sarah was wrong.
She had told me that Solaceon was just an empty hick town, nothing but rouge trainers and grass full of worthless pokemon. Just dust, wooden buildings, and a huge train-track that ran parallel to the straight path that made Solaceon famous. That's the thing with Sarah—she sees with her eyes. When I say that, I mean she sees things literally. Apple, red. Sky, blue. Blanket, soft. She doesn't overanalyze things like I do. That's what separates me and her. Our mindsets are different. I see this small town as a basis for cities like Jubilife. The dust was a symbol of hard work, the old buildings a symbol of strength—for fifty years they stood on the same wooden planks, the same ones eaten away by age and termites. And what made Solaceon a town perfect for a summer getaway were the routes that led out and into the town.
During my stay, I found the routes to be a picturesque place of solitude. Barely anyone passed through there. What's there to see? To anyone with an ignorant view of nature, it was nothing but somewhere for bidoof to graze and starlies to fly. To me, it was beautiful. The grass—deprived of any sort of cutting, the green blades grew up to my knee. The blue skies—clear with lack of clouds due to the arid nature of the town. The tower—a haunted building that attracted tourists to the town. It was all beautiful.
So that's where I took Rebecca on our "first" date. In reality, it was probably the twentieth time we hung out. But it wasn't after I developed feelings for her that I had the guts to ask her on a date. She gladly accepted.
By the waterfront was a small dock. Sitting crisscross we talked. I remember exactly what she wore—very short-shorts with a blue tee, a black vest covering most of her shirt's design. She wore a grey beret and her brown, straightened bangs covered her eyes—oh how beautiful were those green irises. We laughed, talked, fished for pokemon that we just threw back into the water. And then, she grabbed the notebook that held all my drawings I drew during my summer stay. Instinctively, I lunged for it, knocking her down in the process. I had instantly felt bad that I had hurt her, but despite this I held the book close to my chest. No way in hell anyone is going to see my drawings. But instead of crying out in pain, Rebecca had laughed. Yes, you read that right. She laughed. She was bleeding, yet she laughed.
"Somehow, I knew you were going to do that," she commented as she lay on the ground, cracking up. Still clutching the notebook, I stared at her. Soon, I found myself laughing along to rhythm of her laughter. Why I laughed, I do not know.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I had asked, my voice trying to imitate some sort of intimidation. Her shrill laughter rang through my ears as she once more giggled for no apparent reason.
"I mean that you're so, oh, I don't know..." Rebecca looked around, as if someone was around besides us, then dropped her voice to a low whisper, "protective. Mhm, that's the word. Protective."
"Really?"
"Yes really. I mean, you never let anyone touch your notebook. Not me, not Sarah, not your grandfather. No one."
"Is there a problem with that?"
"No, I mean, I'm just curious. But I suppose everyone in curious about everything. No, not curious. Nosy. Yes, that's the word. Nosy," Rebecca looked at me, then said, "Nosy-posy."
"What?"
"You're nosy."
"No! How I am nosy?" I asked, dropping the notebook in surprise.
"You just are. 'Cause if you weren't nosy, you wouldn't have asked me out, now, would ya? You were nosy enough to stick your nosy-nose into my own nosy business, making me stop my nosy life and change directions. You know, realize that nosy-ness is all relevant. If we weren't nosy, we'd all die. Nosy, nosy, nosy. You, Seamus darling, are nosy. I suppose that's a good thing," she paused, then said, "Is it just me or does it seem as if the word 'nosy' isn't a word anymore."
"Nah, its just you."
With that, she pounced on my, pushing us both into the small lake.
Best nosy-freaking-day of my nosy summer.
It was morning. Early morning. The two of us shared stories of the past - stupid shit we did and all that jazz. I had just finished telling a story I held dear to me - my most favorite day of my life, when Rebecca and I had spent a day at the lake. Then, we stopped talking.
Soledad stared ahead blankly, no expression, no life. She was breathing - meaning, she was living - but her eyes were lifeless. Its as if someone sucked the life out of her. It didn't seem right, the way her usual bright eyes were so, well, glum.
"You okay, Soledad?" I asked. She did not look at me. She looked at the horizon, the blue and yellow skies meeting each other, their hues bleeding into the other.
"I'm fine. I'm just tired." No expression. Her tone was even.
"I would expect so, you barely got any sleep..."
"I know. I can't sleep. I'm too tired to sleep."
She stared at me again, then yawned. She laughed after this, as if her yawn was hilarious to her, then stopped after awhile. I smiled, turning my head to the side, seeing the landscape change gradually - buildings grew into trees, trees into desert.
I leaned back into the railing, eyes transfixed on to Harley's sleeping figure forty feet from us. I glanced at Soledad, catching her stare at him as well. I had so many questions.
"Why were you and Harley fighting last night?" I asked, not meaning to seem so rude. I wished I never said anything.
"It's complicated." Her voice seemed to falter, but I couldn't tell if she was tired or sad.
"Mhm, well, life is complicated." I stared at her for awhile. I had this feeling. I felt as if I was looking at Rebecca.
"Amen to that."
"I suppose you don't want to talk right now."
"Nah, just give me a minute. I'm going to explain my complicated relationship with Harley to you. But let me ask you something. After this train stops, what're you going to do?"
I hesitated. I gulped. Then, I said, "Soledad, darling. The main reason why I'm here on this train is to find Rebecca Alana Shay. I want to search the whole world for her. But I suppose life isn't worth it if I'm going to spend the remainder of it looking for someone who is probably dead. So, yeah, I love Rebecca so fuckin' much. But hey, I think I'm going to live life the way I had before - smoking, breathing, laughing, singing. And for the first time in my life since that summer, I had accomplished those four things being with you. And Harley."
I took a breath.
"So Soledad, I'm going to stay with you guys until who the hell knows."
She smiled. Just like Rebecca did.
A/n- filler chapter. storms in SoCal. had a hard time uploading. sorry readers :( expect next chapter in two weeks, i love reveiws3
