disclaimer: Pokémon not mine.
for: Bijouie, who doesn't have to write me anything in return, but just give a smile.
pairing: Lyra/Lance.
notes: hope you all like this.

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maybe, there is a reason to smile
(maybe, because you are here— and i'm in love.)

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When she was a child, who still foolishly believed in love she would hide behind the tree outside her house that held the carved initials of her parents, engraved in a heart. While her parents would shout and yell, and simply fight without a glance at the little girl creating a family out of snow.

It's a lonely life— her big brother was gone somewhere, nowhere. He was traveling to some region, where he fell in love and got married and was never seen again. All she had was Ethan, the boy next door, who was now too busy to even bother hanging out, due to his new pokémon.

And it hurt, the loneliness, which engulfed her till she was drowning, unable to breathe. But then he came, sweeping her off her dancer's feet— with a bright sunflower.

"You look like you need a smile," he said, but then he disappeared as quickly as he came on his dragon. There was only one thing she truly knew at the tender age of ten, she was in love with him.

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Spring came, and Daddy was never seen again— Momma was better though, meeting other men and giggling and laughing, not even bothering to spare her daughter a glance, when she announced that she was going on a journey.

And she collected sunflower after sunflower and threw them in the air, as her chikorita danced at her feet, and then she saw a dragon.

All she could do was smile.

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A year later, its summer, and the sunflowers are blooming brighter than ever— when she noticed him standing in the field. He asked her for her name, to which she shyly responded, "Lyra," while he introduced himself as, "Lance."

He asked her to dance, to which she agreed— then she was living a fairytale. His cape flew around them, and she put her head on his chest, and twirled around till dusk, hoping that this would last eternity.

Because there are times, memories weren't enough.

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Another year, in which the leaves are falling from the heavens, staining the ground with sunset colors— and the sunflowers are going away, but she makes it through her journey, traveling along with the quick "Hey, Mom, I'm alive," ordeal and such.

Then she sees him, talking to this pretty pretty girl with sapphire eyes who stare into his warm molten chocolate eyes, which causes her to run away from him and his fiery hair.

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The next two winters were lonely, indeed.

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It's spring again, and she's fourteen, and she's not the silly silly girl who believes in love anymore. Nor does she see the sunflowers again— but then one day, in the spring she sees him, sitting on the steps of a house, he seems sad, depressed. To her, it seemed as if he was a little boy, instead of the grown man that he is. So she gives him a sunflower and says—

"You look like you need a smile."

And then they smile.

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(and maybe they lived happily ever after— maybe their fairytale did exist, even if it was for a moment, it was still beautiful. Full of sunflowers, sunshine, smiles and a tree with lovers' names engraved on it.)

the end