Lyra's POV, in case you were wondering. This is what came through my mind as I was reading a romance novel, which failed terribly.
I slammed the romance novel shut, and threw it at my wall in anger. I remembered I used to love these books, and I would dream of me finding someone like that. I growled angrily. The reason I now hated these novels was simple: This is stuff that stays only in books. There is nobody, nobody who is that damned desperate for the person they loved to do the shit the characters in novels do for people they love. Sure, people did some stupid things in love, me being a prime example of this. But nobody does any of this stupid lovey dovey stuff.
I gave a hoarse, cynical laugh. Good Arceus, I sounded like Silver. I flinched at the mention of his name. Ever since he had gone off to Hoenn, I had been bitter, cranky, and all too prone to sudden and violent mood swings. It was hard getting by without one of our daily arguments, bickering about something stupid and then apologizing. I sighed, looking at the calendar. "Come back... come back wherever you are, idiot. I miss you." I looked at some pictures of me three years ago, and was shocked about what I found. I was still somewhat happy, if not a bit serious, instead of a cynical 16 year old. I cracked a tiny smile when I thought of the look on his face when he found we had switched personalities. I crossed off yet another day on the calendar, and resumed staring out the window, waiting.
Me: Please don't kill me! I'm kinda suffering from writer's block!