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Holding back: Chapter 19Touko's POV
It had been a week since I found the boy. He hasn't spoken since the night I found him. He won't speak to me and he won't even look at somebody else.
Ghetsis tried to act normal around him but the little child would just run away. N was also unable to talk with the little child. And why was I calling him child? I should think about a name for him..
.. Who is disturbing me at this time? It's like 2 AM.. I sat straight up in my bed and looked at the little boy. Nothing seemed wrong and he was still sleeping.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and quietly stood up. I didn't want to wake Ghetsis up. I wasn't allowed to walk around the castle on my own and certainly not at night.
I walked on my toes to the door, slowly opened it and peeked around the corner. N's face was inches away from mine, my cheeks coloured bright red.
'What are you doing here N?'
'I want to show you something.'
'Can't we do this tomorrow?'
He grabbed my hand and wanted to take m
Reaching out: PrologueIt has been 2 years since the incident at N's castle. The thought of all what happened still haunts me in my nightmares. I don't know where he is, and to be honest I don't care. I couldn't be what he wanted and he couldn't give me what I wanted. After everything he never tried to find me. Not that that would have been easy, because my mother insisted to move. So we moved, to a small private village. No Bianca, no Cheren and also no Touya.
These 2 years has been liberating. Hah, it's funny that I use that word. So much meaning in such a little word. I kept training my dear Pokemon Sunshine, Rose and Winston. I never caught any more Pokemon. The thought about catching Pokemon just made me scared. What if Ghetsis came back, what if he locked them up again. I just couldn't take the risk. I would give my life for these three and I already had to fulfil that promise multiple times.
The sudden sound of my laptop woke me up from my thoughts. Bianca was still talking about next week. They were
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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