“How dare Blue just walk out like that when I wanted answers. What right does he have to hide something from me?” Lyra growled and turned, pacing in her lounge room as she tried to rationalise her behaviour. Lyra glared to the Pokeball, stomping around the room.
“I’m his friend there should be no secrets between us. Friends are meant to share everything, confide in each other. I can tell the other two knew what he was hiding, so why couldn’t he tell me. Friends don’t keeps secrets from one another.” Lyra scrunched her face and gritted her teeth.
“Rrrrg, why! Why does everyone leave me to side with him? What’s wrong with wanting to know why? Why is knowing his every secret such a crime?” Lyra turned, continuing her tromping through her house, glancing to the closed curtains and ripping them open in furious anger, closing them a moment later as the setting sun hit her eyes.
“I can read his mind! Why can’t I tell what he’s thinking? I should be able to make my own answer as to why. Why didn’t he tell me about the mind control thing? Why did he leave only to come back when a problem occured? WHY!” Lyra walked over to the desk and brushed the remains of the Pokeball to the floor and cried out in anger, smashing them into smaller pieces. Gasping for breath after, her ears flopped down and she looked to the remains surrounding her hooves.
“Why is it so wrong to want to know everything about him?” Lyra sat down and idly began scooping up the shards of the Pokeball and placed them back on the desk. After completing that she closed her eyes and sighed.
“I should trust Blue to have reasons not to tell me stuff. Why is it whenever he has a secret it becomes important I know every single detail?” Lyra hugged herself and scrunched her face up, forcing herself not to cry.
“Why am I such a horrible friend? I slap Twilight in the face, I make Bon Bon feel like a slave with no power, and I just said something horrible to Blue.” Lyra leaned back and let her head hit the floor, laying down as her eyes opened to look at the ceiling.
“He’ll never trust me again after the way I just treated him. Why couldn’t I let it slide? Why are you so stupid Lyra?” Lyra put a hoof to her forehead and gritted her teeth, pushing her hoof into her face, feeling a slight throb of pain as she did so. Lyra sighed and let her hoof fall down limply.
“What I did isn’t worth forgiveness,” she spoke sadly, rolling over to her side as she closed her eyes.
The sound of footsteps caused her ears to twitch, but she didn’t open her eyes. They stopped short of her, lying there curled up in on herself, and she heard the familiar sound of someone breathing. Suddenly, the person sat down and pulled her head into its lap, and she finally opened her eyes and looked up at the familiar face.
Blue looked at her curiously, head half tilted. When he saw her open her eyes, his face lit of with a half-smile, and he waited. Lyra turned away crossly, her head falling off his lap. Once more, Blue pulled her head onto his lap, and waited. It wasn’t long before Lyra scrunched up her face, trying to stop the tears from falling, and failing. Finally, she gave in, and began to sob openly.
“I’m sorry,” she spoke.
“I know,” he replied.
“I’m sorry,” she spoke.
“I know,” he replied again.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated.
“I know,” he replied. Blue leaned down a hoof, and slowly began to brush Lyra’s hair as she kept whispering the same two words. Blue continued replying with the same two words as Lyra vented to the same person she had just hurt terribly. If it had affected Blue, he showed no signs of it as he comforted Lyra.
Eventually, her words grew to whispers, before finally dying off. Blue continued stroking her as she finally stopped crying, and her eyes slowly opened.
“Would you like to hear a story?” Blue glanced down, meeting Lyra’s gaze as she gave him a curious look, before raising his head once more, a gentle smile falling on his face.
“It’s about a young trainer and his rival. Both were, not the regular pair of rivals. One never spoke a word while the other never seemed to shut up. It was obvious which one was the better trainer, but this only seemed to aggravate the other to no end. In fact, he was so desperate to prove he was a good trainer, he even resorted to cheating once. This only increased the tension between the once good friends.
“It was then the trainer met a man. This man spoke words that riled up the trainer, goaded him on, manipulated him. The trainer, not being the smartest of people at that time, finally gave in and told the man everything he wanted to know, seeking revenge on his rival for just being himself. It was only after the moment was over, and he realised revenge was not what he had actually wanted, that he realised what he had done. By then, it was far too late, the damage had already been done. It was only many years later that the two finally moved past the wall that had sprung up between them.” Blue paused, and brought the hoof that had been stroking Lyra thoughtfully to his chin, faking ignorance.
“You know, you remind me a lot of him. Well, besides one difference I suppose.” Blue grinned and looked down to Lyra’s curious gaze.
“What?” Lyra finally relented and asked what Blue was waiting for her to ask. Blue smirked and leaned down, whispering into her ear.
“That trainer never said sorry.” Blue leaned back and helped Lyra into a sitting position as a small smile fell onto her face. After a moment, she leapt on him, causing him to fall backwards, and began to choke him around his neck without meaning to. Blue gasped for breath in her hug of death.
“I love you,” spoke Lyra. Blue coughed once in response, and she loosened her grip. Blue slowly put his arms around her, hesitation in his actions. After a moment, he sighed and looked to the ceiling.
“I know.”