Wheee~I'm sure a lot of people read and reviewed my past work, Forget Me Not...and I do apologize for failing to continue the fic...as stuff got hectic and eventually...well...it started to slip my mind.
However, now I have decided to revive the fic and finish what I started. XD As you all know, this is the summer....meaning LOTS of time to work on the fic. XD Hecticness is ebil...I apologize to those...who were fans of my work. =/
AND NOW~THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! XDD Forget Me Not~fixed and better than ever. XDD Hopefully~Updated everyday. ;D
Expect Chapter 3 later on in the evening~XDD
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“Love untold weighs heavy in the heart.”
A cold breeze swept past her. The chilling touch of the wind forced the young girl to sit down in exhaustion, tired from walking for days. She was alone. Feeling hunger, May grunted in pain. She has not eaten for days. Knowing that her hunger can’t be salved, she simply tried to satisfy her other problem. She was freezing. Seeking warmth, May curled up into a tiny ball, using her own body heat to warm herself. Yet, soon enough, she discovered that her efforts were futile.
She decided to walk some more. She must find a town nearby or she’ll surely freeze to death. With bated breath, May stood up, sighed, and continued walking.
The sun was setting, yet the young girl was lost. She was frightened; the whole world is now being engulfed by a thick blanket of darkness. By this time, hunger, fatigue, and pain simply caught up with the young lass. Suddenly May collapsed, crying and wishing for warmth. She was simply too cold and too hungry to continue. What she wouldn’t do for a nice warm blanket now, what she wouldn’t do for a large piece of steak now. May knew that she was going to die. She knew deep down that this was a humiliating way to perish. Death because she got lost in the middle of nowhere, hungry, tired, crying and cold. She knew it was inevitable. Everyone dies someday. Everyone fades away into dust. Everyone forgets about you, you become insignificant after death. You stoop down to lower levels, you become the prey. Worms shall devour your flesh; plants will feed on your nutrients. Quite simply, you disappear from this world forever.
The thought of impending death frightened May. She knew she was going to die someday, but she refused to die now. She grabbed a branch, eager to stand right back up, and continue walking. Perhaps, walking would warm her up.
It was no use. Her hands were numb. As she grabbed the branch, a powerful stinging feeling swept through her whole arm. A spurt of blood gashed through her hand. This was it, she has given up.
“Please…please…let me see him again…just one more time…please…”
The tears wouldn’t stop falling, her heart was heavy. All those wasted opportunities, all those shattered moments. She had all those time…to tell him that she loved him above anything else. She had those opportunities in the past, yet she was frightened. She was terrified about the fact that he might distance himself from her, once he finds out the truth. She was frightened that he would simply laugh at her emotions; after all, he never showed any affection for her in the past. Quiet the contrary, he has shown the opposite to her. But even after all those things he said...how could she explain the emotion she feels whenever they speak to one another? His voice is like a switch for her heart. Whenever he speaks, her heart listens. Whenever he walks, her heart follows.
She was in love.
The blood is now like a river. She was fading, she was cold. Her life was nothing but a blurry glimmer of light.
It started snowing. It was cold white snow, pure and innocent. Just like her love.
As she faded into the light, a hand reached out and hugged her tight. She felt tears drop into her cheeks. She heard whimpering and sobs; she heard a very familiar voice.
The switch for her heart has been pulled. The last thing she remembered was seeing green hair…a blurry face…
Yet, as she closed her eyes…she was smiling. Tears fell into her face; tears came out of her eyes. She opened her lips, eager to say one final message to her love:
The sun rose up, she smelled soup. She arose from her tent, only to find Ash and Max in peaceful slumber, whilst Brock is cooking their breakfast on open fire.
“Good morning! Gee…you woke up early today huh? Is something the matter?”
Brock’s question made May think. Smiling she told him:
“No…but make sure the soup’s nice and tasty! I sure am hungry today!”
May looked up into the sky, reminiscing, remembering the dream she had last night.
She was frightened, she was scared. What if she can’t control this feeling? What if she started screaming her emotions out? What would she do?
With a long sigh, May entered her tent, she grew drowsy. Tears started to fall from her eyes.
It started to snow.
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 on 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.
You should cry if you feel like it.
If you have nothing to cry for, then you have nothing to live for as well
“The snow’s…really piling up….”
Days…weeks….and maybe even years passed since they last saw each other. Reminiscing…the young man couldn’t help feeling otiose about the situation. He misses her…he misses her smile.
The young man has his long green hair tied back. He allowed his hair to grow recently, deciding that the look fitted him more. On his waist, securely fastened, are his trusted companions. Drew, has been trekking the thick snow, atop a savage mountain, for days now. Determined to reach the next town, the next contest, the young lad braved the terrible weather ahead. Good thing he brought several supplies, food, blankets, jackets and other necessities.
He felt bad. He felt like…all those days he spent with her, were fruitless. The moment he gazed into her eyes, when they first met. The moment he heard her sweet voice, Drew fell in love with her.
“A fragment of me that exists somewhere... I wonder if you'll love me.”
The blizzard finally subsided. His Pokemons weren’t suited to roam in such a weather so he decided not to release them. He was in this alone. Braving the forces of nature, braving the frigid wind, was all part of his quest to be an awesome coordinator. It was his dream. It was his future. He believed in that fact.
But…somehow he knew deep down, that entering that next contest hall…there was a hidden desire in his heart.
Gazing up at the cloudy sky, Drew wondered how May was doing.
“Is she still….as cheerful…as ever?”
Drew stared off into the distance. He felt hot tears roll down his cheeks. The tears felt awfully warm—and comforting. He then knew that hidden desire. He wished, with all his might…he wished to see her again at the next contest hall.
All those words he told her in the past—they were all just something to mask his love. He was afraid…he was afraid that May might distance herself from him if she ever found out.
“I’m…such a coward…”
Staring off into the distance, his eyes caught something peculiar. A red spot. A red thing was sprawled down into the distant snow.
Drew stood up and decided to approach the thing.
To him, this was certainly peculiar. Pokemons that live in this frigid weather…most of them possess a different colored fur or skin to act as camouflage or protection in this weather.
“Is it a Delibird?”
As he grew nearer, his steady walks suddenly became long strides—then suddenly they became fast, frantic sprints. It looked familiar.
Hugging her tightly, Drew shouted in horror. She was freezing. Her whole visage radiated a bluish hue. However, he could still feel warm breath being exhaled from her. She was still alive.
There wasn’t much time.
He was desperate. He was frightened. He was angry.
The bright green dragon dashed into the sky, flying in search of shelter, somewhere warm.
Far off into the distance, Drew spotted a cave.
Laying May down Drew decided that the first thing he should do is to provide heat, or warmth. He unpacked his backpack, and from there he obtained some firewood, and some bits of charcoal.
Soon, a fire was made. The cold wind was still blowing inside though, the cave opening was far too wide. Drew looked at May’s face. She was shivering.
Drew took off his jacket, and wrapped it around May to serve as an extra blanket. She was still cold, even with the blanket wrapped around her, May's face, bluish and hurt. Drew decided that she needed extra warmth.
Drew was shaking. He didn’t bring anything extra. He used his normal shirt as a pillow for May. He was topless, and he was freezing.
“Damn it…the things I do for….”
Looking at May’s hurt face broke Drew’s heart. He never wanted to see her like this. May stopped shaking.
Concerned, Drew approached her slowly. He couldn’t see straight. Human flesh can never protect him from this frigid weather. He gasped in horror.
May wasn’t breathing.
Drew was crying. His tears falling like rain.
“Don’t die…don’t leave me…please….You know, this kind of work, making people happy, goes much better when the person who's doing it is happy. And you are essential to my happiness…so don’t die…I’m begging you…I love you May…I love you…please….”
Deciding that she needed more warmth, Drew hugged her tightly. His tears were now falling on her cheeks.
Drew kissed her. The passionate touch of their lips made Drew feel…relieved.
Her lips were awfully warm…
Drew felt tears fall in his bare chest. He opened his eyes to see May…crying. However she didn’t look hurt anymore.
May was smiling. Although unconscious, May had a warm smile in her face.
May started to breath.