Tears of Sadness... Tears of Joy... They're far from the same.
Whoever decided that birds are free? Sure they can soar higher than we can; sure they can go anywhere as they please. But…as they fly away, into places unknown, isn’t that the same as being caged? Without a home, without anywhere to truly stay forever, forced to roam forever, isn’t that the same as being caged?
Walking side by side with her friends, with Eevee securely in her arms, the young bird once again roams. Lagging behind, May’s brother, Max started to complain. Hunger had stepped in. No one can argue with him though. They were all hungry. After all, they had their last meal quite some time ago. The flock decided that rest was in order.
It has been snowing for several days now. The bird’s wings were frozen. Unable to fly further, the young lass decided that she must perch and rest for now.
Night was also looming over them, and now they decided to spend the night in that particular area.
It has been several days since May first had the dream. Strangely though, she’s been having the exact same dream for several nights now.
“There’s got to be a reason…I just know it…”
An open fire was made, warming up the frigid companions.
“Thank you Combusken.”
It has been quite some time since the friends shared a hearty meal with each other. The dish prepared by Brock, was truly magnificent. Munchlax, obviously feeling hunger, released itself from its Pokeball. The young glutton then pushed off Eevee from its bowl and started to devour its food. Eevee started to cry. With a sigh, Brock decided that a new meal was in order. He turned his back as he made new batches of Poke-blocks.
Walking, falling, bleeding, and crying. The same dream over and over, the same sight, the same feelings. May grunted in pain as the blood overflowed, as the blood numbed her arm. However, the pain quickly vanished…when he came…and then, great relief and satisfaction was felt when she uttered those four words:
“Drew…I Love You.”
Awaking from her slumber, May could not help it. Burying her face into her hands, she began to sob quietly. This was too much. She can’t understand it. Why is this happening? Why can’t she sleep in peace? Why is he always in her mind?
Hearing her brother turn in bed frightened May.
“I…can’t…I won’t let them see me like this…”
May, left the tent all alone, leaving all her trusted Pokemons behind. Quietly walking, she grew guilty about leaving her beloved friends behind. She just wanted some time for herself. She wanted to find a quiet place to think, a place where no one would bother her. She doesn’t mind company, and she trusts her friends above anything else…but she knew this was something that she had to figure out on her own, that this was something that only she can solve. Quietly, May left the safety of company as she walked into the woods all alone.
She just needed to find a secluded quiet place, where she can cry her eyes out. The pain was too much. She felt heavy and weary just thinking about it.
This feeling she feels for him…this emotion she had. This desire, this love…it was hurting her. Her quiet walk suddenly turned to long, quick strides. She begun to run, she started sprinting towards nowhere. She was frustrated, she was angry, she was lonely.
Tripping on a buried Pineco, May staggered for a moment, before falling into the snow.
The ground crumbled. The flat surface started to break away. She shrieked as she realized that she fell into a low cliff.
Realizing she was still alive, she sighed in thanks. The thin layer of snow cushioned her fall nonetheless; however she did fall in solid ground. As she started to position herself vertically, her leg started to hurt.
The pain was nothing, she thought. She tried to stand up, however her leg felt different.
As she stood up, a powerful surge of pain rattled her entire frame. She wobbled, before she fell again.
The Pineco stared at her, before it casually hopped away.
Her leg was hurt. The fall must have been bad.
The snow continued to drop.
May, with much effort, managed to crawl all the way under a large tree.
“At least…this’ll be better than sitting down in the middle of snow right?”
The pain was growing. It must be because of the cold. Her breath reminded her of fog. Her gloved hands, felt numb. She grew drowsy but she refused to sleep. She feared sleeping. What if she didn’t wake up? She was freezing. She was sleepy, she was tired and hurt. She feared impending death.
May cried as she grew guilty out of her own weakness. She hated herself now more than ever because of her own weakness. She wanted nothing more than to tell him how she felt, nothing more than to see his face again and hug him tight. She wanted that to happen, but she knew, right now, that it was almost impossible.
This was no dream. This was reality. Night has fallen, and she was sure that her friends are still sleeping. Would she survive? She began to fear for the worst. She grew drowsy.
“I’m so sorry….everyone…”
She closed her eyes, and with one final breath, she smiled as she remembered the sweet face of the man she loves.
She ceased to feel pain afterwards. She no longer dreamt. Finally, she was at peace.