I was attacked from above by a plotbunny! I think it might be a pokemon POV piece.

 

Disclaimer: No, I don’t own pokemon. Satoshi Tajiri does, so does Nintendo. I only have the fic and my own characters…

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics for pokemon talking! Not that there’s any of this in here I do believe. May bash clichés, not sure.

Pairings: AAMRN, the other shall remain unnamed as I’m not quite sure who’s POV I’m writing this from. It could be Lance, Gary, Sabrina, Erika, a new trainer, or even some other random pairing.

 

Title: Letting Go

 

            I attended the wedding, you know. Whatever the slanderers may say, I did attend. After all, it was not as if I could miss it. I was a public figure, perhaps even a celebrity. Being an excellent pokemon trainer proves that.

            In fact, I even found the strength in myself to choke down the wedding cake, and take a sip of the champagne served. I wonder where that came from? No matter though, that isn’t important.

            When the time came and they drove away in the white limousine, I stood behind with the others, tossing rice and cheering.

            The make-up hid the shadows under my eyes, and the long sleeves I wore hid the scars on my arms. Not that anyone would check. I doubt anyone wanted to get close to me.

            I can’t say I was popular, by any standards. In fact, it could almost be negative attention.

            As it were, I escaped after the wedding.

 

            The wedding itself had gone off without a hitch, quiet and peaceful, two warring voices silences for once.

            There were no arguments, only smiles.

            The groom looked properly nervous, he nearly forgot to say I do, but it was in his childish nature, after all. The guests laughed when the priest reminded him.

            And the bride, oh, she looked lovely. The red hair tamed down for once, beneath a frothy veil of white sparkles. Beautiful. This is from a purely aesthetic point of you, mind you. It wasn’t her that I loved.

            I think I hated her actually. Hated her for taking him away from me.

            Hated her.

            Hated her with a passion colder than ice, harder than steel, stronger than all the psychics in the world, deeper than the center of the earth.

            But when he kissed her, I knew it was over.

           

            He had too much honor at stake to think of taking on a lover, say, a mistress, or even a male ‘friend’, and frankly, his gentle nature would not allow him to hurt her.

            Besides, there would be no love in such an affair.

            I berate myself for even thinking about it.

           

            I knew he liked me as a friend – he liked everyone! But there was no love.

            It was all directed at her.

            She was wrong for him, harsh and abrasive, like a winter storm that would drown an unwary sailor.

            She was tough like nails, like fired clay, and would never be gentle.

            She had a tongue like a sword that would cut him to shreds and leave him bleeding and battered.

            She had a mind that was devious and cunning, forcing him to love her and only her. The children would be killed.

            But… he looked content.

            He looked happy.

            He did not cry when they were married.

            So… there was no hope left.

            Even if he were breaking inside, he would, he would, love her.

            And if his death came from the match, so be it.

           

            A pair of eyes gazed forlornly at the waves as they played along the seashore. “It is finished.”

            A pair of eyes stared at the darkness of the gym around it. “It is finished.”

            A pair of eyes looked to the skies, but expected no mercy. “It is finished.”

            Nothing could be done.

            It was, truly. Finished.

           

            And my Ash, my love, my friend, all and so much more, he never knew of the love that I had for him.

 

End

 

Good lord, this is depressing. Short too. Well, hope you like it. I think that sometimes, love has to be lost to make the other person happy. Like Casablanca, that film inspired me to write this, so if you didn’t like, blame it.

Started 1/4/04, completed 2/21/04. Dug up from old computer and decided to post as there was nothing else to post…