"She tries to be real, but she forgot who she really was."
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You stare at the notepad with your dull eyes, not caring the slightest of what the blonde haired woman is telling you. Her voice dripped with hospitality, almost as if she was comforting you through measures of disasters. You tilt your head, and you see her pale face and her one eye as her other is covered with her locks. Is it because we only see one side of her and the other is covered through just a pile of lies? You didn't know. You were only like, what, 7 back then in the Aether Foundation? But who cares, you weren't gonna remember this.
You weren't going to remember the sounds of the oceans crashing onto the clean foundation and the stars smiling lazily under the sky of midnight velvet and the crescent moon so brightly brilliant that the eyes seemed to never leave and they could hear the faint sound of the breeze, singing its unheard lyrics and soothing even the most ferocious Ultra Beasts.
You weren't gonna remember this timeline anyway.
"Come on my little child, all you have to do is write what you're feeling." Her face showed kindness, but you knew you were just a phase. She raised her frail finger and tapped on the paper consecutively, a smile drifting on her lips as she gave a hopeful glint in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." You first words surprised her. You could see it evident on her face as her smile turned into an oval shape, pure astonishment that your beginning phrase in her lab outside happened to be an apology. She stopped kneeling to your level and stood up, knowing it was good to leave you space.
After all, you just happened to be in their dimension, their timeline.
"I can't write anything, because that's how I'm feeling." You curtsied with your similar white dress and tipped your large white hat with violet intricate designs. You knew you were the second choice compared to Gladion and Lillie sleeping soundly in the paradise. You politely returned the notebook and pen to Lusamine and walked into the foundation, calling it a night as you went.
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Metathesiophobia - (Gladion x reader)
Fanfiction"Change doesn't always mean growth, just as movement doesn't always represent progress."
