"Have you ever been curious?" Moon asks in a whisper as her back laid flat against a wall. Her chin was tilted slightly upwards to meet Gladion's piercing eyes as he loomed over her. His own hand was pressed to the wall next to her head. He seemed deep in thought as his eyes flickered to her lips, before he murmured his own response.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't."

Moon feels her breath hitch at his confession, and although it didn't ease the tension rising between the two it raised several unanswered questions.

Questions that both of them wouldn't dare to ask or answer.

So instead they stood in the middle of Gladion's living room in overbearing silence for what felt like an eternity. Their hearts were pounding due to a mix of uncertainty and piqued interest. The alcohol at the peak of its effect as their jumbled thoughts tried to come out coherently.

But it was late at night and the time frame for sensible decision making was long gone.

"Well, it's not like we're strangers," Moon answers coyly as she sees him swallow thickly in response. He leans in ever so slightly, making the distance between them only a few millimeters.

"Are you sure?" he asks again as his lips brush against hers lightly, but the question needed no verbal answer as Moon simply nodded and pulled him into a fervent kiss.

That one night had its fair share of consequences beyond the awkward glances they threw one another and the " what are we " discussion that never came up.

Because no, they weren't together; they were never going to be together. The idea of them partaking in anything beyond their minimal friendship was laughable, crazy even. But the far fetched idea seemed more realistic than Moon shakily looking at a pregnancy test only to see two red lines staring right back at her.

"Shit," Moon murmurs as she plops herself down on the edge of her bathtub. Her eyes squeeze tight as she takes a long languid breath.

Clearly, her mind was playing evil tricks on her and once she opened her eyes she knew the test would read negative.

It had to.

But when her eyes focus in on the test once more the lines were very much still there.

The uneasy feeling in her stomach returned; only this time she was unsure if it was the morning sickness she's been experiencing, or the reality-check churning the queasiness. But she flung herself towards the toilet regardless. Her body dry heaved as it tried to expel content that wasn't there. Her eyes were tearing, her chest was hurting, and as her body chilled out for a second she plopped herself down on the floor. Her hands clumsily run through her tangled hair as she tried to pull it together, but one dreaded thing crossed her mind in that moment…

Gladion didn't have any feelings for her so how was she supposed to break the news?

"Moon what are you doing here?" Gladion coughs out as he sees the black haired girl standing on his doorstep. Her eyes were downcast, her hands were fidgeting with one another, and when she finally looked up at him he could see her eyes quivering.

" Gladion we need to talk, " she whispers, but instead of asking for clarification he wordlessly steps aside. She quickly murmurs a thank you as she crosses his living room and sits down carefully on the couch.

Moon looked absolutely broken, but he forced himself to hover at his entrance for a bit longer than needed. He wasn't one to show how he really felt, but right now he wanted to physically reach out. He wanted to pull Moon close and ask her what was wrong, but he couldn't. They were barely friends and the idea of them being anything more made his heart clench. He might've been in love with the girl, but he knew nothing would ever happen.

And it was only in his deepest thoughts that he hoped that one night meant something to both sides of the party.

"Do you want water? Coffee…?" Gladion begins, as he tries to fill in the silence between them, but Moon only shakes her head.

"Just sit."

So he listens, like he always does when it came to her, and sits down across the way.

"That night...," Moon begins as he watches her fixate on the spotless floor. A stuffy reminder of how Moon always claimed they were complete opposites. Her life was an adventure, always colorful and wild while his, as Moon liked to phrase it, was pristine , orderly, nothing every rocked it off its path…

"...was a mistake"

At first her harsh declaration didn't register, but he could feel the words slow begin to cut deep into his skin. She kept her eyes down, her hands wringed the hem of her skirt, and the way her lips formed a straight line did nothing but slowly build up frustration in him.

"Is that all you wanted to say?," he responds coldly as he looks away from her; missing the pained look reflected in her own eyes as she finds herself struggling to say yes. A beat of silence passes between them before Moon gets up from her seat and makes her way back to the door. As she grips the doorknob a quick second of hesitation overcomes her.

She could turn around right now and tell him everything, but the distant look she saw on his face was enough to push her forward.

"Goodbye Gladion."

With the click of the door Gladion finds his back hitting the couch, her words repeating endlessly in his head.

A mistake.

The night was a mistake to her, and his mistake was letting her walk out of his life.