The night's mighty grip holds the woods firmly as I go about picking some fruit. I honestly don't like being away from the island. It was nice always having a place to sit, sleep, and to start a fire. In some ways, I regret joining Drew on this… whatever this is. I mean, it's not like I didn't want to go with him, not at all. Nor did I want to leave the island. Actually, maybe I did want to leave it. It was a place to stay, but it never felt like a true home. I can remember the dark mornings, waking up and not knowing where I was. In fact, the thought still chills me to this day.
The light beating of rain on my face brought me back from the realm of dreams. The glare of the Sun, which hardly broke through the storm in the sky, fell upon my face. It made it hard for me to see. The water dripped down my face, mixing with my tears. Why was I crying? Trying to remember seems to cause a crushing sensation in my chest. What happened? The landscape here doesn't look like my home. My home was a land of fire—not this one of forest.
"Sorry, we love you so much."
I looked around myself, "Who's there? Who are you!?"
"Goodbye, Blair."
"No! Don't leave me!" I extended my arms outward, as though to grab someone. My head pulsated with pain. The muscles in my shoulders tensed, and my back pulled itself apart. The once dark forest was now engulfed with the fire sprouted from my arms, and it swept across the forest relentlessly. Oh no. What have I done? What's wrong with me? Slowly, I fell to the ground. My heart began beating slower as I sunk to the ground in a heap of sadness.
My head cringed in pain, causing me to drop all of the food. I tenderly placed one of my hands on my forehead as my back rested up against a tree. That stupid nightmare—well, memory—keeps haunting me. I must be getting sleepy; it only happens at night, most of the time. I removed my hand from my forehead and went about picking all of the fruit back up. For a while, I forgot about that dream. It's been a couple of weeks since the last time I relived it—actually, ever since Drew showed up on the island. In fact, I remember the reason I left with Drew. I've known my whole life that the island wasn't my actual home. No one ever told me, but it wasn't hard to figure out. I mean, I was the only one of my kind on the island—there are no other fire-type Pokémon on the island. And, after a while, I linked that to my nightmare. My home was somewhere else in the world. I've always wanted to go out and find it. Although I have no recollection of it, it should be easy to tell when I get to it.
Whatever happened to my days of ignorance? Those were the best.
Talking with Astra is quite fun. She's much more kind-hearted and cheerful than Blair is. Though, I guess I shouldn't even be comparing the two. Something about her is also quite nostalgic. She sort of reminds me of the only girl I like back home. When I was with her, it was the happiest time of my life. But, when she left, I was devastated emotionally for years to come. I shook my head and continued walking and talking with Astra.
Astra told me about mostly everything. She doesn't have that much of an emotional back story, according to her. But, one thing I did notice is her curiosity. She seems capable of going to many measures to discover new things. Maybe that was why she was completely at ease when she talked to me, unlike so many of the other Pokémon. She was the one to approach me, and that could be why I feel so calm talking to her. She's not as brutal as Blair.
Don't get me wrong, I like Blair, but she is very intense. Any type of challenge she comes across, she pushes herself way too far to complete it. In a way, she's kind of reckless. But, at times she can be very caring, too. Wait, what am I even saying? Am I scoping these two girls out? No, I don't need a girlfriend—especially one from another species. It's just not normal, in my sense of thinking. I need to find a way to release all this goddamned sexual pressure before I do something I will regret.
Besides, I can't get close to women anymore. Getting close to a girl means showing her a weakness. And each time a weakness is shown, the girl will attack it. It doesn't matter who they are, they do it anyways. It may not happen at first, but it will. It's an un-avoidable thing. I need to remind myself that these are still women—albeit from a different species altogether. There's no possible way for me to avoid the same outcome. It won't matter what I do, I'll always be the one picking up the shattered pieces of my heart.
So, what did you think? I tried showing you what's been going through Blair's mind, while shedding some light on Drew's love life (well, it's kind of hard to even call it that). Soon enough, you'll get to see the inside of Astra's head, too. Also, I'm thinking about jumping up from about 1,000-1,300 words a chapter to about 2,000. What do you all think? As always, leave reviews if possible. Thanks for reading!