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Pokemon, Treasure HuntRage. Frustration. Confusion.
These are the words that is coursing through the veins of Crystal.
When Gold and Crystal became eighteen, Gold mustered his courage to ask Crystal out on a date and for about three years, the two has been together as boyfriend and girlfriend. It was an odd pair for many. Gold was quite immature and quite scatter brained whereas Crystal has everything in her life planned out; yet the two shared something in common, both were as stubborn as a Tauros.
On December 24th, Crystal received a call from Gold, asking her to meet him at the bridge of Golden Rod City. She was quite confused at first, for she proposed a plan to Gold that they would spend this year's Christmas with his mother.
Crystal found herself running towards the bridge, slightly curious on why Gold randomly called her around 7:15pm. When she arrived, she saw no one. She walked to the middle of the bridge and waited for about fifteen minutes, and still, no Gold.
This brought her to a point of Rage,
Center of My Stars1. Coffee Breaks
Crystal really wanted to just roll over and die.
The week had been a horrid one, and it wasn't even half over yet. Work was piling on her desk, untouched. Practically collecting dusk between the pages.
I hate this, Crystal sighed. I want to just sleep. I'm so tired.
Before Crystal could allow herself to close her eyes, a warm sensation was pressed against her cheek. Eyes snapping open, she found Gold in front of her, wearing his usual flirty grin on his face. He lifted up a cup of coffee, which she gladly accepted with happiness.
“I thought you might need a bit of a booster.” Gold murmured, patting Crystal on the head reassuringly. “I'm rooting for you, Crys!”
“Thanks Gold.” She sighed, not in exasperation, but in content. “You're the best.”
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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