Now it's time for the other side of the story.
Song: Red Is Blue by Bend Folds
Everything is changing
For the first time in her life, she was truly alone.
You're looking for the cure
Was Bianca really that fragile? Was White that terrible of a friend?
And you feel like you're the loneliest girl
in the world
Alone. Countless admirers, so many young Trainers who wanted to be just like her, White, Champion of Unova, and all of them together could not fill the gaping hole in her life once filled by Bianca.
How could she have taken that for granted? How do you take the most honest and purely nicest girl in the world, your own best friend, for granted?
Trouble in your head now
You don't know what to do
Everything she did was autopilot, and in her mind was an endless loop of what Bianca had said to her on that last night. She had watched the girl's broken heart fill up with tears, and now those tears choked her, too.
Seems like up is down
and white is blue
It was her fault.
White is blue
It wasn't Bianca's fault; how could it have been? When she'd begun to doubt herself, it should have been White who reassured her, supported her, helped her. But she didn't.
White is blue
Bianca had looked up to her, and what had she given in return? Trifles, rote thanks and acceptance of Bianca's (genuine) compliments and praise of how good a Trainer she was; never even really noticing the times when Bianca would say, almost to herself, almost not, things like "I'm no good."
"I can't protect my friends."
"This happens every time..."
They got worse and worse, and not once did White say anything. White, who Bianca thought was so perfect, in fact so nearsighted and stupid as to let her best friend do that to herself.
Remember when we started
Nuvema Town, a haven built as much upon childhood memories as it was on any building's foundations.
Days when all was fun
There they were happy, White had thought, playing games and enjoying each other's company without a care in the world.
All that we could make when life
was young
Of course, Bianca never stopped apologizing; for wrecking White's room, for bothering her, for making White come and find her when she got lost. She had always been like that, White knew—clumsy since before she could walk, flighty since before she could talk, and good-hearted since eternity. The way she apologized or said how much more (insert positive adjective) White was than her had never given White he slightest notion that there was anything wrong with Bianca; that she was anything other than content, whole, and happy. And she mostly was. Still...
How could she have been so blind?
Now you're getting older
Getting older and seeing the sixteen years past in new light.
Nothing feels the same
Realizing no one had ever truly acknowledged Bianca, depended on her, needed her. Realizing only now, and now was too late, because Bianca was gone.
You can't even make sense of
your own name
White, a once-nickname which had all but become her real name. People thought it sounded cool, matched how pure or bright or whatever she was. What good was a name like that for a person who couldn't even be there for her best friend?
Because White is blue
White needed Bianca. Only she was too caught up in herself, her successes, to realize it until Bianca had left, and Bianca never knew it.
Doesn't make much sense but
White is blue
She wanted to make up for her terrible mistake, and banish this horrible caustic sadness inside her. She wanted to grab Bianca by the shoulders and tell her, I want you. I want you. I need you.
Oh, she couldn't have imagined how much she needed Bianca.
Messing with your head now
White is blue
So many times she heard Bianca's voice or glimpsed her shocks of blonde hair, and looked only to find no one.
She couldn't adjust. With every passing second White was more acutely, painfully aware of how much she had loved Bianca, well beyond as a friend, and how little it mattered, now hat she'd let her best friend since birth convince herself that she was worthless. Unwanted, unloved.
In your heart there's a room where you lock away
all the times, and the things that she said
She found a mechanism within herself, an immune system of the heart which she had not known existed, that in response to her crushing guilt sought to erase the memory of Bianca entirely. To block out, ignore, hide. Most of all she didn't want to remember what Bianca's last words to her had been:
"I'm not good enough for you."
"I know I'm not good enough to love you like I do. I want to do whatever you want me to, but I'm not strong enough."
"I'm too weak. I've got to leave. I can't stay with you. I don't think we're ever gonna see each other again and I'm so, so sorry."
"Oh, White. White White White. It hurts so much. I don't wanna care about me, I want to care about you. But I—I have to go!"
And now White is blue
But she would not let herself forget; what she felt now was only fair recompense for her having failed Bianca. She did not deserve to escape the pain of her loss, not unless she could make things right.
What was near is far now
White is blue
She no longer had Bianca at her side to tell her what she felt, but she wouldn't let that stop her.
Like a falling star and
White is blue
She would find Bianca or die trying.
White is blue...
x _ x _ x
Epilogue – First Tune Now
She comes to speak to me
One half second of a passing glance locks tight across the crowed Black City street as pale blue and emerald green meet.
I freeze immediately
Shock paralyzes Bianca, and then for a silly instant she almost feels angry. What, didn't I tell you I wasn't good enough for you?
'Cause what she says sounds so unreal
"I love you, Bianca."
'Cause somehow I can't believe that anything should happen
Yeah, as a friend. Since when have silk and wool (or cotton, whatever) gone together, anyway? Yet White seems rather insistent, and—is she crying?
I know where I belong
Which is apparently wrapped a little too tightly in White's arms as she collapses forward and sobs against Bianca's shoulder.
and nothing's gonna happen
Stubborn Bianca is sure of this, even as she half-carries her friend to her own hotel room, wondering if she's drunk, until White faces her with perfectly clear (if wet) eyes and kisses her full on the mouth.
Yeah
'Cause she's so high
She's floating on cloud tops, dancing on air.
High above me
Feeling safe, whole, and so, so happy.
She's so lovely
Those sparkling green eyes, that cute short blonde hair under that cute oversized beret, that adorable expression of shock/fear and/or bliss on her face. Yes, it's White now who thinks these things, thinks Bianca is her angel.
She's so high
But of course Bianca still thinks that about White. Mmph. Can't really say anything because she's kissing White so hard, but if she could it would something along the lines of thank you I hate you I love you why did you listen to me oh God I'm so glad you found me.
My Cleopatra
Bianca, White's queen, whose every wish she swears she'll fulfill.
Joan of Arc
White, Bianca's hero, who saves her like a knight in white armor sweeping the damsel in distress of her feet.
And Aphrodite
White and Bianca, each other's true love.
She's so high...
Nobody's perfect, but try telling them that.
High above me.
A/N: Et fin. Hope the second part wasn't too bleak, and hope the end made you smile. Smiles or no smiles, let me know in a review!