29. You

He forced himself to stay away from her. Silver had been purposely avoiding the brunette for about a good three weeks or so. The faintest memories of the last time they were together would always succeed to give him a good wince, body churning into guilt. The redhead knew that she would come looking for him sooner or later, which annoyed him to no end. "Stupid girl..."

Because of his stupidity, Silver had managed to hurt her the last time they were together.

Because of him, she almost died.

Silver's meaningless, perpetual insults towards the brunette had them fueling a heated argument. A few words—that quickly turned into hurtful insults—were exchanged, and not taking it any longer, Lyra had stormed off, despite the rough storm whirling throughout Goldenrod City. He was thankful that Lance was out that night, answering to a disastrous call for help from the city. The caped-dragon master managed to save Lyra from dying out in the cold rain, who successfully caught pneumonia. He took her to the hospital just in time. He was met the next day at the usual training place, Dragon's Den, with an extremely pissed off redhead, who did nothing but scold him for his words towards Lyra.

Both even proceeded to almost get into a fight, if it wasn't for the Dragon Master who stopped the two.

A heavy sigh slipped out of his lips as he looked at the ground. He didn't miss her... He didn't want her to be with him at this moment... He didn't want to wrap his arms around her, apologizing to her for his stupid act... He didn't want anything to do with her.

"You."

Silver looked up from the ground, his gaze settling on ahead at the rocky patterning of the cave walls. He bit his lip, recognizing her soothing, soft voice. 'Damn...' he thought in his mind, closing his eyes. His mind and body screamed at him to turn around to face her, instead of running away and pushing her from him. His pride said otherwise.

Lyra's arms slowly wrapped around his torso, rather soothingly. "Here you are, Silver. I was looking for you."

His gloved hands whipped up to her own arms on his torso, lacing them together. Fuck that, he did miss her, he did want to be with her at this moment, he wanted everything with her.

And his wants were fulfilled as he tugged her forward, and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her soft, chestnut hair. She returned the gesture, tucking her face into his neck. And the two rejoice once again, fulfilling their need to be together.


A/N: sometimes silvy just needs some scolding from lance... c: