Edges of metal

N/A: Dawn/Brendan

I'm here without you. That's how it started, that's how it ended. I'm here. Standing here. Looking at the sea, the crashing waves rolling over my feet, see, and understand that this is how it will be.

I'm here and I'm thinking of you. I remember when I left Sinnoh for Hoenn – I don't really know my reasons why I left and that doesn't even matter – and a couple of weeks later I spotted you. At first you were nothing special, you melted in the wall, painted in black and white, colors that are beautiful but don't represent anything. It doesn't make you remember. You leaned back at the wall, glazing, hands on your pokéball, thinking. About what? I didn't know. I don't know. Maybe that's the dilemma that destroyed everything. Because you can't swallow glass and believe that it will remain the same. I noticed you and you stayed (in my mind, in my heart.)

I'm here and I remember you. I remember your crimson eyes and ironic grins. Remember your comment – there were nothing genuine about your way to put letters together to words – there were raw, interesting, it enhanced me. I couldn't keep away. I wanted but couldn't.

"You look like one without any badges," he smirked and tilted his head. I frowned.

"I have three."

"Oh. Really? How did that miracle come to life?"

"I hate you."

"I don't."

I don't. It is ingrained in my mind, I can't shove it away, I don't want to.

I'm here and my head is spinning. Circulating. And I wonder what made the stone sunk. It was wonderful. It was perfect. You followed me on my journey and we never argued, we never betrayed, we were there for the other, supporting, raising, protecting. I fell for you and you for me. (At least that's what you said.) I forgot my early life and started a new one with you. And it worked. It worked.

(Until it died.)

I'm here and I'm never gonna see you again. I don't one when it ended but ended it did. Maybe you grew up. Maybe you understood that I wasn't right for you. Maybe you found another. Maybe you didn't found anyone at all. And it's okay. I have to accept it. Stand her and accept. Accept that I can no longer fly. My wings are chipped. You chipped them.

"You're joking, right?"

"No, Dawn. I have to leave. I'm sorry."

"About what? I can change. You know that. I can change."

"It doesn't work, Dawn. Nothing works."

(According to him. Not according to me.)

I'm here without you. Looking at the sea, the crashing waves rolling over my feet (and sharp edges of metal resting in my stomach.) It didn't work. That's true. That's reality. It didn't work.

I'm here (without you.)

N/A: Sorry, this is rushed. But I really wanted to update this week. Sorry :( I hope you liked it anyway :) and if you guess which song I used for inspiration I write your request first :P Mihihi.