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Characters: Wes X Rui from Pokemon Colosseum, as requested.

Summary: Tragedy. I wrote this while listening to the Lavender Town music, so yeah…

Past Tense

~Though I can't know for sure how things worked out for us

No matter how hard it gets you have to realize

We weren't put on this earth to suffer, to cry

We were made for being happy, so

Be happy

For me

For you

Please~

They put her in the ground on his birthday (not that it mattered anyway; it wouldn't be his birthday anymore. It would only be the day that Rui died).

He went to the funeral, but stood from afar (he was too scared of the accusing looks he would get if he dared join the crowd; reminders of how it was his fault, of how it was all his fault and always would be his fault).

He watched as they put roses on her grave (but those weren't her favourites. Her favourites were lilies, especially the ones that grew beside her grandparents' house.)

And he watched as people said goodbye to her (but they were people that didn't love her like he did. People that didn't miss her like he did.)

He slept beside her grave that night (although he didn't really sleep at all).

000

He went to their (his) home the next day to get rid of her belongings.

Her coffee mugs- damn them. He didn't even like them to begin with (not with all the effort she put into making them, and how much of herself she always put into her work).

Her clothing- he didn't need them. They were useless (but still he cradled them to his chest as he cried, trying to transfer her scent onto him).

He went into the room that they used to share, and there it was- that past tense that he couldn't escape from (and that he never would).

000

There was nothing left for him (and no matter how hard he tried to tell himself otherwise, it was true).

Espeon had died a natural death a year ago (she had always reminded him so much of Rui; both lovely and kind, and always trying to cuddle him).

No one would hire him (an ex-Team Snagem member? No one even wanted him to come in for an interview).

He had no family left (he was finally reunited with his father, but he suffered a stroke the next day and died).

He had killed Umbreon with his own hand (his first pokemon, his partner, his mirror image- gone. Gone as soon as the bullet ripped through his head. But the last thing the pokemon had done was lick his hand in apology, his red eyes filling with tears as he had turned to look at Rui, who was lying broken and bleeding on the ground beside him).

And Rui…Rui was gone (because of Umbreon. Because Umbreon had been infected with the Shadows).

So with limbs made unsteady by alcohol, Wes climbed onto the railing, swaying in the breeze (like a tower of cards about to fall). His last words were for a muttered apology (for her and everyone, everything, else), and he pitched forward (despite the fact that she would have wanted him to live for the both of them).

His heart stopped the second his body made contact with the pavement.

(But really, it had stopped long before then.)

~Oh, oh what a pair, me and you

Put here to feel joy, not be blue

Sad times and bad times, see them through

Soon we will know if it's for real: what we both feel~