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- One was cold and aloof, the other rough and uncouth. In the end, would I be worthy of either love?
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- It sucked being an insomniac.
- That was the brilliant revelation I made approximately one year after my sleeping troubles began.
- I often found myself reliving the same memory in my dreams, a pleasant recollection filled with the rush of excitement and tension of uncertainty, the anxious, bubbly giddiness that could only come from the world's greatest form of collaboration -- Pokémon battling.
- It was always the same feeling. Bright lamps blazing against my skin as four colors -- heavenly kings of purple, orange, blue, and pink -- tried in vain to bar the way to a vast, echoing throne room where that girl dwelled. I always swallowed before facing her, feeling Butterfries brush the inside of my stomach. The wild-eyed one, the girl who danced with dragons, the Champion.
- My future.
- It was always that final moment that woke me, the one where her Haxorus heaved one last sigh before collapsing from exhaustion, a towering dragon felled by my thorn pod. The dream was a constant reminder of the last time my heart had hiccuped with pure, unadulterated joy. It ruined me. No amount of adrenaline in my veins could match that thrill; no victory could ever taste quite as sweet again.
- Something stirred next to me, interrupting my thoughts. I recoiled from a strange feeling, the presence of a stranger in my bed. A small pool of fair hair nested in my pillow, gentle classics pouring from a pair of well-worn headphones. A sigh of relief escaped me. It was only Elesa.
- I ran a hand through my girlfriend's short blonde locks, taking care not wake her. It had been a while since she had left Unova to model Kalos' latest trends, but I had grown accustomed to sleeping alone in her apartment. My fingers traced downwards, absently brushing her cheek where dark strands once lay. I missed her old look a little, the one with longer hair, thick Mareep wool coat and familiar blue and yellow two-piece -- the one that reminded me of when I met her a year ago.
- I bit my lip. That sounded horrible, like I was some possessive monster obsessed with keeping things in a permanent state of sameness. I knew Elesa was busy with her responsibilities as a gym leader-slash-model. I didn't mind the late nights or spotlights or even the occasional trip to another regions. Change was something that came naturally to her, like cutting her hair or putting on a new dress. She made it seem so effortless. Sometimes I wished it would come with more of a warning.
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- Is it my fault?" I asked, gently toying with her slender fingers, long and bare. Her hands were raw, scrubbed clean and left unpainted -- her most honest feature, and they were always at arm's length.
- "No," she replied coolly, "there's just something missing."
- Her nails scraped lightly against the cool of my anxious palm, winding outwards until our fingertips touched.
- I didn't want what was coming next. I wanted to grab her hand and pull it close. To never forget her beauty, her touch, her grace. I couldn't let go. I /wouldn't/ let go.
- "I'm not-" She silenced me with one last kiss. Warm and empty - passionate, yet meaningless. It was our relationship, an excuse not to talk but simply to feel. It was everything I needed to know from her end.
- "Goodbye." She whispered, chair sliding back. My hands still hung limply in the open air. I hadn't even noticed her touch slip away.
- I watched the small of her back forlornly as she walked to the door. The fluid motion in her shoulders as she slipped out. I wanted to cry out, but the words lodged in my throat. Swallowing her name felt like breathlessly choking. It hurt so much tears began to streak down my cheeks.
- There was nothing I could do. It had been coming for long time.
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- "Is that it, lover boy?" Virbank's gym leader rewarded me with a venomous scowl. "You called me out here to bitch about your perfect model girlfriend walking out on you? I thought you wanted to have fun?"
- She was loud and abrasive and rude. She teetered on the edge of her stage, uncrossed legs revealing a pair of dark shorts underneath her over sized striped sweater. She couldn't be lady if she tried. Even her name - Roxie - was violent.
- But she happened to be the closest friend at the time, and that's all that mattered.
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- "Ugh." She rolled her eyes. "You're so shallow. I bet you think love's just a word that makes your porcelain little princess happy."
- "I am /not/ shallow." I scoffed.
- "You are and I can prove it. Name five qualities about me!"
- "You're always loud, always obnoxious, an entitled little kid, loud aaaaand..." You struggled for a fifth one. "You like girls?"
- The Poison-type gym leader looked at you dubiously.
- "Wrong, wrong, older than you, still wrong aaaaand..." She chuckled, mimicking you. "Completely wrong."
- A sly grin stretched across the white-haired girl's face.
- "It just shows how much you know." She jeered. "If I rolled that way I'd have /at least/ twelve supermodel lovers."
- "Fine. If you want to be that way, name five things about me!"
- "I won't."
- "That's not fair!"
- "Of course it is. I'm man enough to admit I don't know you instead of half-assing some answers." She smirked, trying to stifle a second round of laughter. "Me, like girls!? Pffft."
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- Her words stung like Beedrill venom, burrowing through my skull, searing my already heated veins. I was lost in a battle of bitter retaliation, gripped by the urge to scream and lash out against the pain. I swallowed back the tears that were threatening to spill out; the last thing I needed was to give her another reason to laugh at me. I wasn't sure exactly when, but something in my gut told me the argument had stopped being about Elesa a long time ago.
- "I'll stand by what I said earlier. You're such an entitled brat."
- "And you're a pain in the ass."
- "I wouldn't-"
- "Wouldn't what, Nate?" Roxie spat. "Wouldn't expect a stupid, flat little /kid/ like me to know anything about wanting to be with someone. Wouldn't expect a rockstar who gets looked at every day could get lonely, huh? Is that what you think?"
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- "Why do you think Elesa picked you in the first place?" She sniffed. "Because when you walked through that door a year ago, you were still /real/ -- someone who'd actually care about us and not the people on stage!"
- Us.
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- "Go back to Nimbasa, Nate. If you really want to spend the rest of your perfect little life with a beautiful doll, go make up with your princess. Tell her you /love/ her. It'll happen again, you'll see."
- "But," she prodded my chest with her forefinger, "if you want to try living something real, you know where to find me."
- The door to the Virbank City Gym slammed shut. My head still reeled as the lock clicked with finality.
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