Goodness, I'm just spouting Ferriswheelshipping. I promise I'll do something else... someday. :D

I don't own Pokemon.

White walked down the alleyway, carefully avoiding the pools of light from the main roads at either end. She was able to conceal herself well, the alley being almost pitchblack that late at night, even in a metropolis like Castelia.

But not dark enough that she couldn't make out the man lying near the dumpster.

White stopped a moment. "Finally," she breathed. "Finally, I've found you." Because the man's hair and features were too distinctive to White, the one who knew him best, to be anyone else, even in the dark of night.

She walked up to the man but then stopped. She reached out a hand, as to wake him up, but then stuffed it back in her pockets, turning away in agony. What would be gained by interrupting his rest? It would just bring more turmoil for the both of them. They'd already said their goodbyes.

But then why did she work so hard to find him?

White let out a sharp breath and turned back to the man. Was he a light sleeper? She started talking, increasing in volume until she was almost screaming, a hand on her Braviery's pokeball in case she needed to make a quick escape, but none was needed. The man slept hard, like a child. Nothing White did disturbed him in the least. White exhaled and took her hand away from her bag.

Then, she slowly knelt down next to the man. She hesitated for a moment before lying down next to him, just for a moment, she thought. To see what it would feel like. As she situated her body on the cold cobblestones she shifted, accidentally bumping the man. Immediately White froze, but the man, sensing warmth, shifted forward in his sleep and threw an arm over White.

White froze again before relaxing into the man, hearing the steady thump of his heartbeat. Her heart, however, was torn up by this simple act of kindness and unabashed love. Even in his sleep, she thought, her eyes welling with tears as she turned to look at him.

And she finally remembered what she'd come there to say.

"N," she started, her heart hurting at saying his name, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she choked out. "It was because of me your life was ruined. Without me, your innocence, your lovely innocence," she said, smiling through her tears, "would have been preserved. N, I'm so sorry."

She looked up at his sleeping face.

"I took your dream."

White lowered her face, ashamed.

"I know you can't hear me right now, but I'm rooting for you. I will always be here for you, and I'm so sorry that I had to be the one to take your dream. When you've found a new one," she said, "come back and say hi, ok?" She smiled again, a bittersweet smile.

She kissed N on the forehead and in one swift motion stood up, leaving his arms. She ran to the edge of the alley and released her Braviary, telling it to Fly her anywhere. Anywhere but there.

And deep in the heart of Castelia City, near a dumpster, a young man awoke, suddenly cold. He supposed it had to do with the wind coming from a bird pokemon that had taken off, flying right overhead. Satisified, N laid back down and went to sleep.