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Once we arrived back home, I laid down in my bed. When we moved here, she set up a small room for me instead of having me reside in my Ball. I even owned a few minor possessions. One of which, a small stuffed Clefairy doll, I clutched to my chest as I cried.

Everything in my room reminded me of her. The bed she picked out for me. My doll I held so lovingly. All of these things made me think of how much she cared for me, and how much I loved her for it. And now, how much my jealous thoughts and feelings had ruined it all.

I heard my door creak as it opened. She stepped inside to check on me.

"Eve. Are you okay?"

<I will be alright, Master. I simply need to rest.>

She sat down on my bed and placed a hand on my shoulder. Her touch helped to calm the raging storm inside my heart. I closed my eyes as I leaned my head against her hand.

"I'm here for you, Eve. You're my best friend in the whole world, you know. If anything's wrong, you can tell me."

<.......Master?>

"Yes, Eve?"

I wanted so desperately to confess to her right then and there. But something stopped me. Some feeling deep in my soul prevented me from pouring my heart out to her, from telling her everything I needed to say.

<.....Thank you.>

She pulled me into a hug again. I felt so warm and so safe in her arms as I returned the gesture. I wished I could stay in her embrace for all eternity. I wished for time to stop at that exact moment, the two of us frozen together forever. But as with many wishes, it was not to be. She pulled away with her warm smile she always gave me.

"Any time, Eve. Get some sleep. I'll finish my shopping up this afternoon. Unless you need me here, that is."

<I will be alright, Master.>

She nodded as she left. Once the door was closed the tears returned. How long could I continue like this? How long could I pretend for her? How long before the agony consumed me and I pushed her away? I clutched my doll again as I drifted to sleep.

Embarrassing as it may be, I do not know much about dreams. I had never had one of my own before that day. I had read about dreams, and I had heard others talk of their dreams, but I had never experienced one myself.

Sleep for me is a time for rest and meditation, and I can not accomplish that if my mind remains active. Normally when I sleep, I can calm my mind. I can clear my thoughts and use the time to recharge my power. That afternoon, though, for the first time in my life, I dreamed.

I experienced falling, as if from a great height. But it was slow, as if I was falling through water. The world around me was dark, but not pitch dark. I could make out various shapes and shadows, but nothing was clear. I did not fight against the water. I did not struggle as I fell. It felt simpler to lay back and let myself fall.

I soon approached the ground, and my body righted itself as my feet landed. I looked around at the shadowy landscape, and before I could take a step I heard a voice. It was muffled, but it sounded like it was calling out for someone. I began following the sound.

As I walked, the shapes began to become clear. I saw buildings destroyed, a city in ruins. I looked up and saw a dark sky, and silent clouds filled with lightning. There was rainfall, but it was tinged an odd color. And it was everywhere but where I walked. I remained dry as the land around me flooded.

The sound grew louder and clearer. I recognized it as my name, and so I hastened my approach. The closer I came, the clearer the voice became. I realized it was her calling for me, and I moved as fast as I could.

I saw her ahead. She was kneeling on the ground, clutching her left arm. I finally reached her and knelt next to her. I noticed her arm was bleeding, as was the left side of her face. I reached for her, and she knocked my hands away. She said something to me that I could not hear. I reached out again and touched her, and my ears rang as she screamed. Every part of her body I touched turned to dust and crumbled away. Tears filled her eyes as she disintegrated in front of me. Before her face melted away I heard her ask me one thing.

"Why?"

I awoke screaming. Sweat soaked my bed, and tears stained my face. I clutched my doll tightly as I trembled in horror and in agony. I continued sobbing as I laid in my bed. The house was deathly silent aside from my ragged breathing. At that moment, I wished for nothing more than to see her again, to hold her in my arms.

I thought on my nightmare. Why did she suffer when I touched her? Why did I cause her such pain? I knew that sometimes dreams had specific meanings. Was mine literal? Was my very presence killing her? Was I causing her to suffer?

I sat up and cried again. I was, I knew that. The results of the earlier battle proved that. My petty jealousy was causing her pain. I did not think I could ever go back to her now. Every time I thought of her, I was reminded of the dream. I heard her scream, I saw the look of horror on her face as she died.

I could not face that. I could not muster the strength to face her again after witnessing that. I knew there was no way I could remain with her after that. She would be happier this way, I thought. She would be happier with him. He would not disappoint her or fail her as I had.

I made my way to the sitting room and stopped. The door stood in front of me. My hand went up to the choker she had given me, the one which contained my Mega Stone. Tears filled my eyes again as I thought of how I had failed her. I took the stone off and laid it on a nearby table before walking out the door and out of her life.