She hadn't meant for it to be this way; she wasn't supposed to lose them. But she did, and she couldn't change a thing. One-shot.

How does he always find her? There's a reason she always hides, but the pest just doesn't seem to understand. What could he ever do to change her mind? Oneshot written at three in the morning. Enjoy the writing of an exhausted human being who, at the moment, can't even walk in a straight line.