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A Little Bit of Good- Chapter 4

It's twelve o' clock in the pitch-black night. I can't contain this wanderlust. Suddenly the world just feels on fire. Like I just want to run outside and discover something new. Gracefully there's the sound of distant thunder that could rapture the souls of a sensitive, fortunate few.

I picked up the book and let it wedge into my hands. Same old, same old.

I couldn't read a single thing in the darkest of nights. And turning on a light Liepard discomfort while sleeping, so I was stuck. This was just great. Another sleepless night alone in bed, the sun having already flown. I looked over at the empty spot next to me, where a mistress or a lover used to sit. Suddenly my mind is at a different place…

Two years ago, the 12th of June. That small café, where he appears. I see him first, and there's a smile. I see his eyes, as something new. He's a different kind of man that I haven't seen before. Quiet and reserved, he walked with small strides and this smug, thick grin. He kept his head low while walking, but upon stopping brings his head up to reveal a face like no other. I won't forget. I won't forget.

Something sad is playing on the radio, a boy who lost his girlfriend to a friend, or something. I seem to forget my Caitlin's face. I seem to forget my lovers face. Though I can remember a strangers face. His name is N.

I leave the money, and I don't look back. I walk to the park, and he is there. That brilliant smile, and those emerald shoes. His eyes are green. My eyes dart around.

He says, "Hello."

Suddenly this world feels like another, as if the other finally reached an end. I seem to forget my Caitlin's voice. I seem to forget my lover's voice. But I do remember, I hear his voice, and I want to fly. I want to rise up to the heights of the world. I want to be with him, to feel I am good. I want to be needed. I want to need.

I ask his name. And we kiss. And the angels sigh. And we kiss. And it seems we fly. I feel a high. We kiss. And then it's goodbye.

I don't suppose anything could have been better than what may have been. The sweetest time had been cut short. That day could have been the 12th of June. There could have been his dangerous smile that seemed to caress. And I could have stared at it forever.

The greatest of adventures of my life.

I never had again.

I seem to forget my Caitlin's face. I seem to forget my lover's face. But I can remember what could have been. It has a name….

forget it.

…

Don't think of giving up, Caitlin, don't think of giving in. Don't think of anything but the invincibility of Grimsley Gordon Flynn.

Here I sit in the middle of the room. I don't throw some fit, nor do I start crying. I see nurses flit as they fiddle in his room. What a damn charade, they will never help him.

Grimsley here, Grimsley there, Grimsley pieces everywhere. Pick them up. Glue them on. Too bad, he's good as gone.

I'll call his mother tomorrow I suppose, tell her I'm a friend. Tell her how her Grimsley thought that Grimsley could just end.

What am I saying? The man, he'll be just fine. People go and try to kill themselves, thinking it's time they'd shine. Though I guess I wasn't his fault that the car just went too fast.

Get it together Caitlin. Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright.

Yes, my mind won't expire, for is never has, never will. What am I even saying? Grimsley is a dumb imbecile. It'll be A-Okay. His story's far from complete. He's tough as a tack.

Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright. Everything will be-

"Miss, are you a family member of Mr. Flynn?"

…

"Hey Caitlin, do you ever wander about differences?"

"Differences meaning what?"

Caitlin and Grimsley sat in their usual grey room, with their usual grey chairs, and the usual grey atmosphere. The cold winter that had erupted caused them to turn the AC on full-blast. It was warm and toasty in their hub. Caitlin wore a large, starch white winter sweater and Grimsley his usual attire. Why would someone buy clothes that could only be worn one time of the year, Grimsley thought. Keeping with his traditions was always what Grimsley did best anyways.

"Well, you know, differences meaning, like…decisions."

"Well differences and decisions are two different things, Grimsley." Caitlin responded with a playful tone. She had been more peppy lately. Grimsley tried to ignore it. A change in her attitude meant something had happened, and it might be something Grimsley didn't want to hear.

"I mean the decisions we make. Do you ever wonder what could have happened if you had chosen differently in certain situations?"

"Are we talking big decisions or little decisions? Like what I had for breakfast or when I decided to become a pokémon trainer instead of a stewardess?"

"Yeah, big decisions like that. Wait, you wanted to be a stewardess? Like an airline stewardess?" Grimsley was baffled; he'd never heard this bit of information before.

"Yes I did. But pokémon training actually makes money, so you know, that."

"Huh…well do you ever think about what would have happened if you had become one?"

Caitlin took a moment. She had asked herself that question before. She certainly had done her fair share or self-analyzing. She sighed and released the words, each of them more passionate than the last.

"I would have married a man a little younger than myself. He would have had a nice family. Probably had grown up in one of those nice stone houses in Kanto. A little short, maybe a tad bit a pushover, but in a nice way. Blonde head of hair, long legs, big brain. He would have probably went to some medical college or something. He would have been the breadwinner anyways, because a stewardess doesn't exactly pay like a politician…"

She paused. Took in a long breath.

"He would have probably been some nice professor somewhere at some nice establishment, all the while working on investments, making a fortune. But he'd love that I'm madly in love with him. That's why he'd loved me, because I loved him. I'd appreciate his sensitivity because he was…would have been the first man I'd ever met with some. He would read a lot, same books that I would read. He'd like opera and the theatre and that crap. Nights would have been spent talking about, oh I don't know, Hoenn philosophy, and what was new in literature and things of that sort. And then we would sleep together. It would be quiet. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But the entire time, there would be this little voice in the back of my head wanting something more. Something that wasn't him, that wasn't that life. But hey, I would be happy, or some sort of happy. And every night, it would be Hoenn philosophy and whatever was new in the literature and then quiet sex. And then we might have had kids who could do the same thing when they would grow up. And then we'd die."

Caitlin started at her hands, seemingly fiddling with an invisible object. Grimsley looked at Caitlin in pure fascination. She certainly was an unpredictable woman.

After some time had passed, Caitlin asked Grimsley a question.

"Are there any decisions that you made that you would change, Grimsley?"

Grimsley pondered this question. He knew she would ask it eventually after he brought up the topic. He then picked the only answer that seemed appropriate.

"What does it matter, Caitlin? The Grimsley I'll never be, who remembers him?"