You are flawless in every way possible, and your love fills my very soul. But time and circumstance have other plans for us.
The two trainers locked eyes, brimming with determination, and alive with the passion for battle. Next thing they knew, they were both sprawled on the ground; ears ringing, body aching, and a sudden, thick heat enveloped them.
He was finally at the pinnacle of all of his handwork; he was Pokemon League Champion. And then he saw her eyes.
Every step felt like a league, every movement sent sharp pains throughout his body, and what's worse, his Pokémon were just as exhausted as he. Then he heard a loud rustling.
She didn't know what to say, what to do, how to react. So she kissed him.
I am alive. They will pay.
If I could get away with it, I'd run over and crash into everyone and anything that was stupid enough not to follow these goddamn traffic laws. Just as I had finished that thought, he stepped in front of my car.
She set off explosions in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, blurred his vision, distorted his sense of "stupid" and "please don't do it", and, the worst part, she intrigued him. He would not give in.
I died today. What to do now?