So, so sorry, everyone. Three reasons this was supposed to be posted on Wednesday and is now being posted on Saturday is this: One, I'm depressed and that kind of takes a toll. Two, I haven't been on the right computer, which sucks, and three, my parents almost blocked this site. But they didn't! (phew)

Remember, after this chapter, we still have the epilogue. So don't be marred by the "The End" thing at the end of this chapter.

Yay! Fourteen people voted on my poll. Twelve of you voted that Marc should die; one voted that he shouldn't, and the last person voted "Whatever." O.o Who was that?

Last Chapter

Happiness

"At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place. But believe us when we say there is much more good in it that bad. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events, may, in fact, be the first steps of a journey." –Violet Baudelaire

"So let me get this straight…say now you loved me all along? What made you hesitate to tell me with words what you really feel?"

Little dust clouds erupted from my feet as I pounded determinedly on. Thud-thud, thud-thud went the drums of my paws.

I was not running from my old home. I was marching to another place-one where I could happy.

Where I could move on. Forget my past.

"I can see it in your eyes you mean all of what you say…I remember so long ago, see, I felt that same way."

Marc loved me. I had seen that. But…I was over it. I had been his, he had been mine, and we had been fine, until he let it all slip away. He had to have been like that, and do those things behind my back. So now I was leaving. And I wasn't looking back because of all the things I was put through.

But I was going away…better.

"Now we both have separate lives and lovers… Insignificantly enough we both have significant others…"

He had his Isabella. And I would find someone who would lift me up instead of tearing me down.

"Only time will tell…time will turn and tell…"

As I strode along in the forest's path, the Pokémon I could see out of my peripheral vision paused as I walked by; their expressions (as far as I could tell) were of…fright. Once, I glanced into one of their faces, a child Spearow's. He shrunk back from my gaze.

"Don't hurt me!" The child whimpered, his eyes glued to my bloodstained paws.

I let out a sad sigh, shaking my head and continuing on my way. Was it not sad that this was how people would remember me, death and pain? That wasn't me, but this was my legacy.

"We are who we were when…could've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend…"

Yes, no one will believe it, but I don't hate Marc. Marc is still…my friend. At least in my memories. He was just a day late for us to be together. Okay…maybe a year late.

But years don't matter to me anymore.

"We are who we are who we were when…who knew what we know now…could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend…we are who we are who we were when…"

I had to live the life I'd earned. The life Point would never have.

"But thoughts, they change and times they rearrange…I don't know who you are anymore… Loves come and go and this I know: I'm not who you recall anymore…"

Marc wasn't Marc anymore. How many times do I have to say that? It's like this is written down and I'm trying to convince some random people who are reading this that I'm sane! Which I am! …I think.

Marc is not a cruel person. He was just…being cruel.

And I was just…being me, I guess.

"But I must confess you're so much more then I remember…can't help but entertain these thoughts…thoughts of us together…"

Our relationship was demolished before it started.

Now…as for my new life…

"We are who we were when…could've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend…we are who we are who we were when…who knew what we know now…could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend…we are who we are who we were when…"

Sighing, I turned onto another random road. Walking for three days straight, through mountains and cities and avoiding trainers, makes you not care where you're going.

"My day late friend…"

Nobody knows better than I how it feels to be outside the crowd. To be hated, to be scorned. And no one knows better than I how it feels to be your own best friend.

"So let me get this straight: all these years and you were nowhere to be found…and now you want me for your own…But you're a day late and my love, he's still renowned…We are who we were when…could've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend… we are who we are who we were when…who knew what we know now…"

I paused at the edge of a field, ignoring it for a moment.

"Could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend…we are who we are who we were when…"

I stopped singing and paused.

...oh!!

My eyes blinked in amazement. It may have been nighttime still, but this place didn't need light to be beautiful.

It wasn't a field, more of a meadow, a gorgeous one at that. There was not one inch of it that wasn't covered in wildflowers, much bigger than normal flowers. The aroma of all of the flowers combined wafted through the area, pushed around by a gentle wind. Trees outlined the entire place. Nearby I recognized Eterna Forest.

It was the kind of place you imagine a happy ending to begin.

Now I understood why I had been unconsciously headed this way all along. I was Rose Petal, who loved flowers and the sky, and this had both.

Maybe I could have a happy ending.

I climbed up a tree in the middle of the field, settling down on a thick branch with an immense smile on my face for once.

"I couldn't be happier…couldn't be happier right here: Look what I've got, a fairy-tale plot… my very own happy ending…Where I couldn't be happier…couldn't be happier…And I'm happy to share my ending vicariously with all of you!"

Even though I was speaking to no one, I sighed a happy sigh and inspected the field, marveling at how stunning it was. "This couldn't look lovelier! I couldn't feel humbler…I couldn't be happier…because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true!"

All of my dreams had come true? No. My dream was to fly, to escape Marc, to live a better life. This place gained me the chance for two of them, but not all of them.

…But if this place gave me the chance… Well, my dreams HAD come true, in a way!

"That's why I couldn't be happier…no, I couldn't be happier…though it is, I admit, the tiniest bit unlike I anticipated…but I couldn't be happier…simply couldn't be happier…Well-" I paused, realizing what I had just said. "Not simply…Cause getting your dreams…It's strange, but it seems a little–well-complicated…"

Marc broke into my mind, and the smile vanished.

"There's a kind of a sort of...cost…There's a couple of things that get…lost…"

Marc. Point. My home. My life. Everything I ever loved.

"There are bridges you cross you didn't know you crossed until you've crossed! And if that joy, that thrill doesn't thrill you like you think it will…"

It didn't matter, I decided, rising to my feet and beamed out into the meadow.

"Still - with this perfect finale, the cheers and this valley, who wouldn't be happier? So I couldn't be happier…because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true!"

I faltered for a brief moment, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"Well…isn't it…?"

The sun broke free of the horizon, flooding the world with its light, and me with a sense of hope. I smiled in my sudden joy, shaking the feeling off. I was here, in the now, and now…"Happy is what happens when your dreams come true! Thank Goodness!"

I leapt off the branch onto the trunk, racing back down its length, twirling as I jumped and landed in the flowers, illuminated in the dawn.

"Thank Goodness for today!"

And there I lay, looking up at the sky, finally happy. Happy because I could finally fix these…these broken wings.

Happy.

That sounded…nice.

The End.

H/P