this one's a bit different than usual, so just bear with me.
Tears
they say that opposites attract.
they are wrong.
couples like that are meant to complement each other, to accent the differences in each other. but they always have at least something in common, something that makes them, well, compatible.
true opposites, though—true opposites are not compatible. oil and water do not mix; fire and water cancel each other out; red and blue make brown. even the positive and negative poles of a magnet are both of the same basic elements.
he is a capital letter: straightforward, assertive, righteous.
she is lowercase: sly, charming, vengeful.
the spark that brought them together has turned into a flame of anger, because they are nothing, nothing like each other and nowhere, nowhere near levelheaded enough to settle their differences civilly. they were passionate at the start and impassioned at the end.
still, fury doesn't erase the tears staining the pillows too late in the light. it doesn't keep either of them from feeling some ironic sort of nostalgia. it doesn't mask what was once real.
it prevents them from being, but it doesn't stop them from having been.
a/n: empress empoleon dared me to write a luckyshipping breakup, so here we are. :( also written for the lowercase challenge on my pokémon fanfiction challenges forum.
everybody go hug the legend of chocolate for deciding to give me a wonderful present and get this collection to 100 reviews. she is wonderful and hilarious and deserves ten million hugs.
ebaz