"Ugh, I can't believe that actually happened…" Her hands had been cupping her face the whole time as she walked. Although her vision was blocked by cold palms, White was able to prevent herself from bumping into anything or anyone. Her steps were slow and dragging, and once every few minutes she would actually stop to mourn in complete embarrassment.
Ever since that ballroom dancing competition and that horrendous picture of them, her Pokémon were nowhere to be seen. She did chase them an hour ago – who knew White could run so fast in pumps – but to her dismay, her Pokémon's speed was proven far greater than her, especially and obviously Dexter's.
Now, all White could do was walk around the festival with her face a brilliant bright red and her mouth mumbling soft, quiet curses.
Suddenly, she remembered about the boy in the picture.
Her hands dropped to her front, White turned around, only to see N walking just as slow with his eyes focused on their photo. Heat burned just as greatly when she realized he had been staring at it the whole time.
Truth be told, she felt like ripping that photo off of his hands and ran as fast as her Zebstrika.
Obviously N didn't realize that she had stopped, for he almost bumped into her if she hadn't said a word. "Hey N."
As if someone had tapped his chest, N quickly stopped and stared forward. The boy almost tripped to see White standing in front of her; the girl's face was an adorable shade of crimson and a childlike frown tugged the corners of her lips.
"A-ah, sorry! I was too engrossed on looking at the photo!" he stuttered, both hands waved right in front of her face. Red coloured his cheeks, swirling little shapes that were found too frustratingly adorable for a young man.
Her arms crossed tightly. Her frown only deepened. "Dude, the thing is you've been staring at it for so long. It's just a picture of us." Mumbles of embarrassment rolled off her tongue. Screams of utter humiliation banged in her head.
That scream then evolved to a full-blown shriek once N asked, "Do you want it?"
"N-no!" she shouted, then immediately pressed her lips to a shut. Radiant blue eyes widened as if she had seen a human ghost. Her left hand flying to cup her mouth, she blinked in shock as N flinched from her sharp reaction. "I mean-" White teeth gritted badly behind closed palm, "-what I'm trying to say is, watch where you're going! I mean, if you just stare at that thing while unwarily walking towards a hole, you're gonna fall in it and it'll be my job to get you out of it-"
White froze when she realized what she had said.
And to make matters worse, so did N.
"T-thank you…" He flashed an innocent smile, one that felt like a bullet right into her chest. "But rest assured, there are no huge holes in this wonderful festival." Acting out of instinct so that he could rid away the heat in his cheeks, N brought the photo closer to his face until all that could be seen were his twinkling green eyes. The boy looked away, blinking once, twice, thrice at the sight of the beautiful lights beside them. "Though, I highly appreciate the thought of you helping me getting out of one… Thanks…"
For the love of Arceus, White really did want to scream at the top of her lungs and punch the nearest wall.
"I-I…" Her teeth chattered as if a chill had caressed down her bare arms. Her right eye twitched. A dumbfounded scowl perfectly shaped her mouth. "Oh shut up!" Finally, she squeaked again, her voice quieter than before but was still enough to attract a few attention. Not giving any chances for N to say a single peep, she quickly spun around and angrily stomped forward.
N only stood there in his place, calm emerald eyes watching as the girl marched away and even punched the air a few times, scaring a few people nearby. Confusion popped in his brain, mixed along with the embarrassment that still lingered in his flushed cheeks.
Then, he smiled.
His heart raced and his stomach felt ticklish, but ever since the night started, N seemed to have concluded that all of it was a normal reaction when – and only when – he was with White. As much as he was still puzzled about the whole ordeal, N shook it off since it didn't actually bring any harm to him.
In fact, not only was he getting used to it, he actually liked it.
His eyes then slid back to the beautiful photo in his grasp. His smile only widened. And the colour in his cheeks glowed brighter than ever.
"Heh…" That one, single chuckle popped through a happy smile. Unwarily bringing the photo closer to his face again that it touched his nose, N joyfully followed the still grumbling White.
The cold air was growing colder. The dark sky was growing darker. Eerie silence echoed in the once breathtakingly beautiful arena. Dust flew and rolled as wind blew. Torn rags flapped weakly as wind caressed. No words were heard. No sounds were reverberated. All was silent as death.
And as for those two, they actually felt like death.
One sat on the cold ground; her legs were bent and apart and her hands slowly wiped away the tears that soaked her face and hair. One kneeled in front of her; his eyes remained on her and hands tightly rolled into fists as they pressed onto his lap.
His fists clenched tighter. "Um…" he mumbled, voice faint and a mere breath of air. Silence then shushed him, drawing him to a blank as to how or what he should do in the situation. N only watched in guilt, in despair. He wanted to hug her again, to wrap his arms around her, to pat her back – anything that could get rid of the pain that viciously ate her alive-
A hiccup bounced off her lips.
That sound broke N of his thoughts, wide green eyes staring in surprise at her girl before him. Her sobbing and wailing had stopped, but a tear or two sometimes tickled down her cheek. Now, her face bared no expression; her lips were pressed to a straight line and a pair of once lively blue eyes were now devoid of joy.
The more he looked, the more it felt excruciatingly, devastatingly, painful-
"Are you okay…"
The world seemed to have stopped around him as that voice, her voice – deadpan and broken to silent whimpers – resonated into his ears.
If her voice alone didn't throw him into a state of bafflement, her question did. "W-what…?" he gaped quietly, emerald eyes blinking and gawking dumbly at the forlorn girl before him.
She didn't say another word, but her right hand lifted slowly. Cold, shivering fingers ghosted around her bare neck. What was once a bright shine of blue now dulled greatly as White looked at him. Her lips, dry and chapped, were posed to a straight line. Her breath, painfully even yet forced, scraped right through her nostrils.
N blinked and gawked for a few ticking seconds. His jaw dropped, mouth gaping at the sudden question and actions. Acting out of reflex, he followed where her hand moved and traced his own to his neck. Only when his fingers touched the red bruise that N began to cringe. A quiet hiss spat through clenched teeth. Gently he caressed where the bruises had made their mark. A few bumps were felt at the sides of his neck and right near his Adam's apple. Dry blood stuck to his trembling fingers, terribly reminding him as to how he got them in the first place.
O-oh… Fear sipped into his chest like trickles of poison. He held a breath, then exhaled in a shaky, rough manner. His left hand that touched the wounds slowly rolled to a fist. N looked down, lips tightly pressed together, holding back a cry that clutched his throat.
Suddenly, before woe began to flicker in him, another realization kicked in. "N-no…" he stuttered breathlessly, head snapped to face her. "This isn't about me now. What's important is you-" N cringed, teeth pressed in a rough manner. "I'm supposed to ask you if you're okay…" Stern words now decreased to a broken whisper. N only stared at her; pain, guilt, and sorrow boiled into one.
And it bubbled when all she gave was a shrug. "What do you think…?" Slowly she raised her arms slightly, only to drop them to a faint 'thud'. "My body isn't aching and there're no bruises so…" She tried to give a smile, but even that was apathetic, if not terribly bitter. Her eyes burned from the tears. Her chest twisted from the heartache.
And just as it tortured White, it tortured N as well. "N-no." He shook his head. "That's not what I meant." Whether or not he realized his actions, N leaned closer. "I meant are you sure you're-"
"I'm fine." She emptily replied.
His frown deepened once he saw her head drop, hiding the expression that N knew very well would kill him. "No…" He shook his head, red-stained tears shut and opened until his vision became a brief blur. "White," He pressed his palms onto the cold ground and leaned forward. "I know your body is fine. But what I'm highly concerned right now is-"
"I'm fine." Her tone hardened.
N wasn't convinced. "White I-"
"I'm. Fine." Her breathing seethed.
"White please-"
"I SAID I'M FINE ALRIGHT!"
The second her scream resonated vilely inside the broken hall, silence stitched his mouth shut. N flinched when her sharp pitch blasted right into his ears. He cringed when she snapped her head toward him; wide, tearful eyes glared right into his very soul.
But what destroyed him the most was the sorrow that dripped from her broken eyes.
She gasped silently, mouth finally parted to suck the air that her lungs so desperately pleaded. Her left hand raised, then shook violently as White tried to cup her trembling mouth. And yet even her grasp felt weak, fingers instead brushing around her lips until she forced them closer to her face. A breath or two was caught and burst in a form of a wheeze. Quickly she shut her eyes, only to grit her teeth as more tears singed her flushed cheeks.
Oh Arceus, it truly destroyed him.
"Whi...te…" Tears began to trickle down his cheeks. His voice became a mere whimper, a desperate plea for a change of fate. The more he looked at her, the more his eyes burned at the sight of her misery, a painful sense of feeling flickered inside his chest. It clawed his throat, giving him the inability to breathe right. It scraped his brain, drawing out flecks of guilt that swarmed inside his throbbing head.
Self-hatred. That painful sense of feeling – self-hatred – began invading his whole soul.
His lungs ached at mere oxygen. His throbbing head felt heavier than ever. Slowly N dropped his head forward, enabling the clear tears to trickle little drops. I hate this… Woe drowned his brain. I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate… Sorrow poisoned his heart. Please… I hate this I hate this so much I- He cringed terribly as if someone had punched his stomach. I-it's my fault… I… It's my fault…
His hands rolled into tight fists, dull nails digging right into his calloused palms. Negativity began taking over what's left of his sanity. Slowly N crouched down until his head pressed against the cold floor; his position, if seen by anyone from afar, was as if he was asking forgiveness from White.
I hate this… He gulped back a scream. Please…please make this stop… I don't want this feeling anymore… Slowly he shook his head, his nose rubbing his nose against the dirty dusty tiles. A gulp slipped down his throat; its taste felt like rubber, drawing him a cringe on his perfectly distorted expression. I d-don't… He took a deep breath, completely ignoring the dust that slipped inside his nostrils. I don't want t-this feeling anymore-
N froze once he felt something touching his head.
Quickly he snapped his head upward, only to see White's hand gently petting his wild hair. "Please don't cry…" she mumbled gravelly, not a single smile flashed on her face. "I'm sorry for yelling… I didn't mean it…" Her petting stopped, but her right hand remained on his head. Empty, hopeless eyes stared at the tearful boy, watching him as if all that was happening around her was a nightmare.
But it wasn't. Much to her horror, what she was witnessing, what she was going through right now, was pure reality.
"I'm sorry I yelled…" She apologized again, voice deadpan and faintly cracked to two. Her left hand then frailly moved to his shoulder while her right slid to the other. Slowly she tried to push him upwards, signaling him to sit up straight and face her.
As N let himself be pushed like a mannequin, his eyes could only stare at White. A shattered frown was still plastered on her face. Her once strikingly beautiful blue eyes were now nothing but red and tears. As he was back on his knees, N felt her hands slide to his arms, then weakly stopped to the back of his hands.
She didn't say a word, neither did she move a muscle. Only her hands stayed on his, fingers vaguely caressing his cold, calloused skin.
With bafflement forming the shapes of his wide green eyes, N only gawked at her hands, then back at her. Never did he expect her to actually apologize. It was shocking enough that she'd asked about his wellbeing rather than hers, but to apologize next over a simple matter that was clearly his fault?
Once again, that soul-splitting feeling came rushing into him like a violent tidal wave.
Why… Out of all the pain that he felt in his 19-year old life, this was the by far the worst. Why are you not hating me...?
Unaware of the emotional turmoil that N was going through, White finally gave a reaction and gripped his hands. "Just…enough…" She sighed heavily, drawing out the air that felt rotten in her lungs. Inhaling sharply, she closed her eyes and tipped her head downwards. "Enough…" That single word was slipped out into a much heavier sigh. Strands of her hair cascaded down the sides of her face, shielding the despair that twinkled in her heartbroken eyes.
The two only sat there quietly, mourning on the loss of the loved and hearts of the living.
It felt eternal, and N hadn't realized that his breath was kept in his lungs for so long until a gentle squeeze was given in his hands.
He watched as she took a long, deep breath. He watched as she tried to look up, to move on. Her shaking had ceased, as so were her tears. But sorrow still surrounded her whole body, injecting nothing but guilt and despair inside his heart.
"We need to go…"
Her voice was still faint as air, but it was now evened. Another breath was taken and released, and White finally looked up to see his face. "We need to move…" Giving no chance for N to respond properly, she pushed herself up. Her legs, numb from the still position, began to shake and ache. Her left palm then slipped from his hand, causing her to fall flat on her butt.
"W-White-!" Panic rushed into N as he looked at her. But before he could lift either of his arms, he froze once her hand was stretched and positioned in front of his chest, silently telling him that she didn't need any help.
Her eyes were grim as ever, and it killed N that he was useless in the situation.
Slowly White pushed herself up again; both hands now pressed onto the dusty ground. Her eyes kept to the ground, she quickly stood back on her feet with a single shove. The sudden swift movement enabled her to stand, but caused her to sway and swing as well. Her head felt heavy, and White felt dizzier than ever. A groan choked behind tight lips, White shut her eyes and tried to shake off the head rush that slammed her. Bright blue eyes were shut behind eyelids as her vision began to disorient.
No voice nor sound came from her mouth, but the clear expression of pain painted her face as White felt herself falling forward.
However, before she could fall flat on her face, White felt something – someone – catching her.
Her hands instinctively reached at anything that was close to her for balance. A cringe tugged her eyebrows together. A stifled groan echoed inside her brain. She felt something holding her bare arms; its touch was firm yet gentle. Slowly she blinked her eyes open, only to see – and surprisingly feel – a chest that echoed a rapid heartbeat.
"White…"
Her head tilted upwards. A twinkle of shock sparked in her eyes to see his crestfallen, guilt-ridden face.
The more she looked, the more it hurt.
"I-I'm fine." She kept repeating the same sentence, convincing not only him but also herself. Her strength had drained drastically, but White was still able to shake off from his grasp. Thankfully, her footing was now stable, albeit a bit shaky every now and then. Her hands that had been pressed against his chest were immediately torn away and dropped to her sides. She turned her head to the right, eyes gazing at the entrance that gaped wide open.
He parted his lips, drawing in a breath of oxygen that only ached his chest. But before a single word could even slip out, White cut him off.
"Come on. Let's go." Her voice was cold, absence of the love and spark that used to bring them life. She didn't meet her gaze, for White knew it could only destroy her from the inside out. The girl then saw her satchel at the far end of the hall, silently reminding her that her Pokémon were inside.
Silently reminding her that there was now one empty Pokéball.
Her body felt cold again, and tears threatened to coat around her red eyes. She quickly shook with it off and gave a long, shaken sigh. Her mouth quivered, then pressed tightly to hold back a sob. Her neck felt damp from the sweat that soaked her body; strands of hair were stuck to her skin. And yet White ignored all of it, for her health and physical appearances were completely erased and replaced by sorrow.
She walked – dragged her feet – toward her satchel.
N only watched like the only audience of the show. And he absolutely, completely hated it.
Wait… Words flickered in his brain, calling out to her in vain. White, please wait… Although his lips had popped open, none could be heard at all. His right hand stretched in her direction, fingers parted and pointed for her touch, for her. Grievous eyes were glued to White, watching her as she walked farther and farther from where he stood. Wait...I…I need to speak to you…
But White didn't turn; she didn't even give a single glance.
As much as N knew this was the price to pay for his sin, he felt utterly selfish, because all he ever wanted – all her ever needed – was her to look at him.
Suddenly, as he saw White bending over to take her satchel, his thoughts drifted to memories of their previous encounters. N didn't know how, neither did he know why such images could be triggered now, but he let them be, for his conscience been taken over the guilt that swallowed him whole.
He remembered her smile, so beautiful and radiant, giving him a sense of joy he never knew he needed. He remembered her laugh, one that could bring his heart to a stop, yet at the same time increasing its rate to swift beats. He remembered her voice, telling him words that planted doubts, assuring him of a world where everything could be in one piece. No matter how reckless she was or how ignorant she might be, White always kept an open and optimistic mind, creating an unknown sense of feeling that slowly bloomed inside of him.
Forming an unlikely friendship that actually made him happy.
His thoughts then stopped to the memory of how he first met her at Accumula Town. How shocked he was when Isaac spoke such friendly words about his trainer. Out of all the voices N had heard that day, the Oshawott's was the loudest. How Isaac screamed and cried that he didn't want to part ways with White. How he looked so determined and attached to the girl despite the fact that they had just met a few days before.
And not only him, but her other Pokémon – Dexter, Lillil, Marcus – all of them confessed the same thing. N only heard sincerity as they spoke of her. N only saw love sparking in their eyes as they admired her. They wanted to be with White. They wanted to stay by her side and protect her as if she was one of their own.
His chest clenched as guilt clawed into his heart.
Slowly his fist moved to his lips, trembling and all. Teeth chattered inside closed mouth. A breath or two was taken and exhaled, its flow now rough and slammed against his tightly clenched fist.
Her Pokémon protected her and loved her until the very end. And because of this – because of him – they had lost one of the most important friend in their lives.
I'm sorry… He grew more and more unsure when he continued on his journey. Oh my Arceus I'm so sorry… That was why he needed to confront her hero-to-hero. That was why he needed to confirm his faintly crumbling beliefs by battling with her. He needed that. He needed that more than anything.
I'm… And because of his selfishness, because of his very existence, it cost the Stoutland his life.
N felt like he was falling into a pit of a deep dark abyss. His eyes were wide; his gaze was manic with shock and self-hatred. Irises shrunk like dots, showing harrowing despair that screamed at the top of his brain. Both fists now cupped together, pressing and pushing his lips until a mark could be painfully felt by the walls of his teeth.
There was no way a person like him, someone who understands Pokémon- No, even he couldn't understand them at all. No way could he ever be forgiven by her, when all he had given her was grief and despair.
He wasn't her enemy. He wasn't her friend.
He was nothing to her.
N felt as if his head had reached the ground, cracking open his skull and ending his life as he thought it should be.
"White…"
Her heart felt heavy. Her head couldn't stop spinning. And yet White tried to keep a steady pace. One by one her foot dragged her closer to her satchel. And bit by bit the pieces of her heart fell onto her stomach.
Finally, she stopped in front of her brown bag. Her body slumped forward, right hand lazily, weakly, picking up its strap that was now torn and tattered. The bag felt light somehow, and White vainly forced herself to not remember the Pokéball that was now one short of a Pokémon-
"White…"
Her body froze for a second, hand tightly gripping onto the satchel. White didn't turn immediately. Neither did she stand up straight. Her head gave the slightest of turns, impassive eyes sliding a mere inch.
"I-I…"
She heard his voice again; shaky; so filled with sorrow that only twisted her stomach. Tainted eyes closed slowly a shut. A long breath was inhaled for Arceus knows how many times. "Hmm." Her reply was once again cold, tedious as she slowly stood up.
"Please forgive me…"
The apology echoed louder than it should be. Bare skin prickled. Bony shoulders flinched. Her head didn't turn, but she did gawk forward in shock. Eyes now widened as if she had just woken up from a dream, White blinked a few times with his words being registered in her brain.
Her mouth opened; faint gasps of air flowed in and out. An expression of shock finally broke on her face, furrowing her brows and clenching her teeth.
What should she say? What should she do? Everything was a complete wreck, and White knew it would take forever to pick up the pieces without falling apart at the same time. The longer she let her mind wander, the more her thoughts began to tangle up to a twisted mess.
It's not your fault. But, out of all the voices in her head, that single sentence screamed the loudest.
She wanted to assure him. She wanted to tell him that he had no reason to apologize. None of them could foresee the future. They weren't psychic Pokémon after all. They were just normal human beings. As much as it murdered her to the very core, White knew, it was never his fault to bring such demise into their hands.
And yet, she never moved. She couldn't even if she wanted too. She only stood there, frozen in her place, feet glued to the ground and eyes emptily staring at the cracking wall before her.
Her grip on her satchel tightened, fingers harshly clutching until they ached. It's not your fault. It echoed again, begging, pounding from inside her mouth to be free. Silence hanged heavy around them. The dim glow of light started to grow fainter.
Finally, her mouth opened again, and words began to slur off her tongue.
But to her dismay, instead of saying what she should have, the only thing that reverberated against the walls and ceiling was, "Let's just go."
The second N heard her, his whole life cracked into two.
His hands dropped to his sides. His heart dropped deeper onto his stomach. Bafflement held him still. Utter grief drowned him whole. O-oh… His mind then drew a blank after that one word. Everything around him was growing darker. The air surrounding him felt like poison as he breathed.
He wasn't her friend. He wasn't her enemy.
He was nothing to her.
And for a 'nothing', N felt everything.
O-oh… A single tear trickled down his cheek. Never did he move a muscle, be it fingers or lips or a blink nor a twitch. His whole body had ceased its motion, frozen like a statue that strained from any emotion. His heartbeat raced, but N felt as if it had died the moment she said her words.
She didn't forgive him. She never did. She never would.
"I-" A squeak, a pathetic pant croaked up his throat. "I-I see…" Whether or not he realized his actions, his feet started to slide backwards. His head had already dropped as if bricks had stacked behind it. One by one a tear dripped to the ground, and N made no sign of stopping as he moved back – closer to the huge gaping wall that was once where his throne was placed.
He then slowly looked up, painfully watching as White walked toward the door.
She hates me… It hurt. She…hates…me… It truly hurt.
N didn't know. He didn't even know where he had the nerve, but as his feet kept shuffling backwards, the next words that came out his mouth felt like a stranger's voice to him. "White!"
He then saw her stop. And this, although hopelessly faint, gave him a sense of relief.
"C-can you promise me something…?" Oh how he loathed himself for being so selfish. His steps were getting slower; N fixed his gaze on her. A little sob dipped from the corner of his mouth, and N tried his very best not to scream or wail at the top of his lungs.
Although she didn't return his gaze, N saw her head turned slightly, and that was enough to simmer the fragile glow of hope inside him.
"Y-you-" He gulped. "You said you had a dream..." His feet slid farther and farther. "That dream… Can you please…please make it come true…?" He plucked up what's left of his courage as he spoke. His breath began to flow unevenly again, but N forced a heavy breath or two to calm himself down.
She didn't move from her spot, and for now, that was enough for N.
"Your dream is much more beautiful than mine…" he mumbled, but then exclaimed, "Please make your wonderful dream a reality!" I'm sorry… "You… You are the embodiment of truth!" I'll get out of your way so you won't get hurt again…
"If anyone can make it happen," You were a special friend to me…"it's you!" and I'll never forget that…
Confidence slowly built up inside him, but then pitifully crumbled to the ground once he was finished.
But, although it was dark, although he couldn't even see her face, N knew, the faintest of smiles finally appeared on White's lips.
And that, honestly, was good enough for him.
"Well then…" The heel of his left foot had reached the edge of the gaping hole. "Farewell!"
And with that, N fell backwards, right out of the castle – and plummeting 300 feet to the ground.
Everything was happening too fast.
She was at lost for words as he spoke. The rough grip on her satchel had loosened, but her fists had rolled tightly until her nails dug into her palms. Her heart felt heavy and light. Her breathing felt harsh yet bearable. White tried her best not to cry again. She vainly held back her voice for the girl knew, if she ever opened her mouth, her walls would break down again.
Instead, she only closed her eyes, intently listening on his advice that somehow gave her a small glimmer of hope.
She felt sad, and guilty to the very least that her words could not reach him. N I-
"Well then… Farewell!"
The moment those words slurred inside her ears, White felt like she had been thrown savagely against a wall.
After a perfect hour of staying completely numb of her emotions, White finally turned around and gawked at the northern wall. Her bag immediately dropped to see N falling from the huge wide hole.
Her world had stopped, dropped, and crashed to the ground as an ear-splitting voice cracked into her ears.
"N!" Her voice shrilled inside the hall. As if her legs had a mind of their own, White started sprinted toward him. The frantic sounds of her footsteps echoed pitifully inside the huge room. The sound of her voice cracked louder and louder, finally snapping a pitch that would pretty much harm her throat if she continued. "N NOOOOO!"
Her right arm stretched forward. Her tears coated anew. She screamed and she screamed, mindlessly begging that her voice was enough to reach him, to save him.
To her dismay, it didn't.
As N disappeared from her sight, White dropped to her knees.
Bright blue eyes had gone wide. Crystal clear tears trailed down her face like a river. Her mouth gaped and hanged, breathing in air that tasted like copper to her.
No… Her whole body started shivering. No no no no no no no no NO! The image of N smiling appeared in her eyes. It caused her to gasp. It caused her to cringe. N please no don't do this to me NO-!
Suddenly, a bright red light flashed from the other side of the hole. It wasn't that bright from where she stood, but it was enough to made White flinch in shock and discomfort. Quickly she raised her arms and shielded her face out of reflex.
As if things weren't surprising enough, White almost jumped when she heard a sharp roaring sound resonating from outside.
Just as she dropped her arms down, her eyes spotted a black figure – Zekrom – flying away from her line of vision. She could see a spot of green on top of the majestic dragon. The Deep Black Pokémon never turned around, nor did he even stop for a mere second. He only zoomed at the speed of light; his figure grew smaller and smaller until White could distinguish nothing.
W-what… She gaped like a fool. Her eyes only stared and froze in that single direction. W-what…the…
Her heartbeat was still as fast, and her breathing had gone rapid from bewilderment. Silence hummed soft, deathly tunes into her ears, whispering her the words that all of this was happening.
A few minutes ticked by, and her hands slowly, shakily balled up to tight fists. Y-you… Her clenched teeth ground madly, straining her jaw until a little cracking sound could be heard. H-how… How dare…you… Gasps turned to growls, and her rapid breathing frazzled through mouth and nostrils.
As she closed her eyes, all she could see was N; his scowl, his frown, his smile, him.
"YOU- IDIOOOOOOOOOOOOAAARGHHH!"
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mMmMmmMm wats this? wtao? last chapter? MmMmmmMMMMMMMM!
ohhhhhhh my god i cant belive its done eher it is heres the chapter take it you nerd take this chapter and take my tears
i think i may have made it angsty n sadder than it should have idk what went wrong with this whole series
also pls listen to Regina Spektor - Hero it the theme song of this chapter
now i may said last chapter but tbh this is second last theres gonna be n epilogue hehehehe
how is yall. i have 3 more weeks till my intern is over. i am happy n sad. kids are hella. i am sick. literally im snuggle in scarves rn.
im sO HAPY THIS SERIES IS ABOUT TO END BUT IM ALSO SAD I CANT WAIT TO WRITE THE EPILOGUE enjoy my dears *kisses*