These stories are a little bit like my diary, I pour my daily feelings and thoughts into them ( as any writer would). Today was really hard for me, bringing me to write this depressing story. Just looking at the views on this this makes me happy. I thank you, my readers, from the bottom of my heart. As always, please read, rate, and review. It's from the terming of losing yourself. You can interpret this in any way you'd like.

Lost

She was the new current champion, remaining victorious after her recent battle with Steven. It was challenging, he and his Pokemon were strong, and she had to ignore the constant and rapid beating of her heart during the fight. She still didn't know if it was her blooming feelings for the boy with silver hair or if it was being she was scared of losing, her hard work of defeating the Elite Four becoming for naught if she lost to the Champion. In the end, she prevailed, being the second youngest victor of the Pokemon League. After doing that, she saved the entire region of Hoenn, stopping Kyogre from flooding the world, ending the vicious ways of Team Aqua. She was a hero. She should feel happy. If only humans were that simple.

Here she was, only two months after being crowned Champion, already adjusting in attending League meetings, conferences, events, and battles with new trainers. She was on the balcony of the League building, six stories high, staring out into the sunset. She didn't have the answers to her confusion at her current issues and she was the type of person who hated not knowing things. She didn't know why there was an empty feeling in her chest, a large pit growing wider with each passing hour. Why was she not satisfied with life? What was her purpose now other than being the puppet of the Hoenn League, displaying the false image of the perfect girl living the perfect life. She didn't remember why she became a trainer, starting her life changing adventure exactly one year ago. She was deep in thought until someone snapped her back into reality.

" May?" asked a familiar voice, the one that made her feel relaxed, but at the same time nervous. She spun around and saw Steven, same spiky silver hair, same black suit with his signature velvety red scarf around his neck.

" Steven," she said, her voice passive, lacking her usual excitement. He realized something was off about her, her voice, appearance, even the air around her. It was all so... dead. Empty. Bleak.

" How are you?" he asked, offering a friendly smile, despite being suspicious of her behavior.

"I'm great, as usual." A lie, one that he caught. She normally asked how he was doing as well.

" Are you sure? How is it, being the new champ? Not as glamorous as you thought it was, right?"

"And why would you assume that I'm not enjoying?" she asked him, eyeing him closely.

"You seem bothered by something. I just assumed it was the new title and all. It gets pretty boring and feels pointless after a while, huh? " He was trying to be funny, but it didn't cause any smiles or laughter out of her. He only received an expressionless stare.

" You're right," she said, breaking eye contact after a few seconds. She looked back toward the sun, her eyes locked on the horizon, watching the swirls of orange, pink, and yellow in the sky.

"What am I right about exactly, May?"

"I am bothered. I've been confused actually. I've been trying to find the answer to simples questions, questions regarding myself. What am I doing with my life? I did it, didn't it? I reached my goals, I beat you and all the gym leaders. I'm become an acknowledgeable and strong trainer. I saved people, thousands of lives. I'm only eighteen and I'm still so young. I've accomplished so much and there's still so much more for me. But why do I feel like this? Why do I feel so alone, so empty? My life has been so amazing so far, almost like a dream." She felt his eyes burning holes into the back of her head, her voice trembling. She kept going.

" And I think I've found it, Steven. I know the answers to my questions. They're so easy, so simple. It's because I'm scared. I'm slowly losing myself, forgetting who I am and why I decided to become strong. I don't even know what strength is, or what it really means anymore. Now that I'm strong, what's the point? Why keep trying to improve? Why should I keep striving to remain strong if I don't know what being strong is. I feel so empty and hollow inside. I'm scared of losing myself completely because once you've lost yourself, you're gone. People will abandon you and you'll be forgotten. You will be insignificant and worthless. You will be lost forever, wandering in the void of the unknown, hoping someone will find you, but they won't. They never will. I've realized this, and I know." She finally turned to him, sparkling tears, brimming her cerulean eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, choking back uncontrollable sobs. She gave him a sad smile, one that shattered his heart into pieces that he would never be able to truly mend.

Not even realizing what he was doing, he closed the distance between them, grabbing her shoulders and embracing her tightly. "I'm here, it's going to be okay. You won't be alone or forgotten, even if you do lose yourself. Someone will always find you and then you'll find yourself in time," he whispered, stroking her hair gently. She closed her eyes and let her tears shed, allowing herself to fall apart in front of him, clinging onto him in a death grip. Violent sobs shook her body, her knuckles turning white as she tightened her hands on his shirt. She wanted to believe them, to be able to accept his words, because she finally able to hear them from somebody, after so long.

He closed his eyes as he held her, her cries like needles stabbing into him from every corner of his body. He felt it, her pain not only reminded him of his own fears, but brought back memories of despair from his childhood. Scars that would never heal. He silently promised her that she would never been lost, abandoned, or alone. Someone would find her. He would. He would always there to find her, again and again. And Steven Stone was the type of person to keep his promises.

I wrote this piece at 2am after a long day of crying, so I honestly apologize for errors or anything to your disliking. This is really me on an emotional level and it is actually one of my biggest fears in life. Just the simple thought of losing who I am, in values and personality, makes me cringe. You have to admit, being completely alone, with no one caring about your existence is pretty scary too. For those of you wondering, these drabbles are not in chronological order or in any sort of order. They're just random.

Steven actually harbors small feelings for May in this one ( if it's not obvious already) and I feel like he connects with her on a personal level- their fears and the pressure of being Champion.

Sigh, this was really a hard one to write and edit overall. I hope this wasn't too dramatic or cliche in any way at all and don't forget to favorite, follow, review, anything! Your support means everything to me. Thank you so much!