She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. A few minutes ago, the man of her dreams, left her with just saying 'Goodbye'. The man of her dreams left her and didn't tell her where he was going. She wouldn't see him again. She tried stopping the tears flowing down her cheeks but she couldn't. Only one thing was on her mind; N.
Reshiram neatly landed next to White's house. The brunette shakily got down from her legendary teammate and got its Pokeball out of her bag.
Master, are you- before the Vast White Pokémon could continue, it was surrounded by the red light and sucked into its respectful Ultra Ball. She put it back in her bag and ran to her house.
She wanted to be alone. She didn't want to see anyone. She slammed the door open and ran upstairs to her room. Her mom barely saw her but she knew it was her.
The brunette shut and locked the door of her bedroom. She slowly walked to her bed and let her body fall on the soft sheets. She let her tears freely now roll down her face. Every time she'd close her eyes, she'd see him. Everywhere she looked, she saw his eyes. She felt like she was getting crazy.
She heard loud knocks on the door, though she didn't bother answering. "Honey? What happened?" her mom asked many times, but there was no reply. The older brunette sighed and walked downstairs. She knew that if she couldn't get her daughter out of her room, then her friends could.
"For crying out loud, White! Open this door now!!" Cheren shouted, annoyed by his friends stubbornness. Bianca tried calming him down, but it wasn't really helping.
"Come on, Cheren. She wants to stay alone."
"We can't leave her!! She might do something crazy!" the dark brunet shouted back and continued banging on the door. "White, can you at least-"
"Leave me alone!!" Cheren was interrupted by the girl on the other side of the door. He instantly stopped and stood silent. After seconds, he turned around and walked away. Shocked, Bianca followed him.
"What are you doing? Didn't you say you wanted to get in there and confront her?" she asked, confused by the boy's actions.
"She said to leave her alone. She talked, so we know she's fine" the boy explained. "Let's come back later" he continued and walked downstairs with his friend close behind.
"I can't take this anymore
I can't stand it
." She kept whispering and whispering to herself. It's been a week since she last saw N and she hadn't been out of her room since then. Everything reminded her of him. She wanted to be with him, but it was impossible. Without him, she couldn't live
Wait. That's it.
Almost immediately, White got up on her feet. She began searching around her room. She knew she had it somewhere in there. After a few minutes, she'd found it; her pocket knife. She stared at the sharp item for a few minutes, she began wondering if what she was about to do was right.
There's nothing I can do; I can't live without him
he's my life.
White slowly lifted the knife in her hands and touched its cold, silver surface. The brunette saw her reflection on the small item; she had big bangs under her eyes, her beautiful hair weren't in a usual ponytail and they were messy. She herself was a mess.
The girl gulped once and held the knife in front of her bare neck.
I have nothing to live for.
"White!!!" she was cut off by a loud shout. Before she knew it, someone jumped in the room from the window and grabbed the sharp side of the pocket knife away from her. White couldn't believe who it was. It was Black.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he asked and glared at the brunette. White was so shocked that she didn't even answer to his question. She kept looking at Black's hand that was holding the small knife. She noticed how his blood had stained its surface, she thought how that could be her throat and not his hand.
He saved me
White thought, getting tearful again.
"White, I know it's hard for you," Black began with a sigh, "but you need to move on, not stop at every small obstacle" he lastly said as he slowly pulled the knife away and placed it on a night table. He looked at his hurt hand for a moment, but then focused his attention on his childhood friend again.
His expression changed when he saw White hugging him tightly. The touch sent small jolts to his body. He soon hugged back and smiled warmly. "
" he heard her whisper when her grip got tighter. He couldn't see her face, but he knew she was smiling too.
" Black said as he pulled away to face the crying brunette. "I'm always there for you. And you better remember that".
How can Black always do that? When I'm in his arms, I feel safe. When I hear his voice, it's like my heart skips a beat. Seeing his smile makes me smile too. Feeling his touch is indescribable. Maybe it was right for N to leave me? Maybe I had to go on?
It was good
to be Left Behind.