[They're getting picked off-that's what it feels like.
One by one, the people she's grown up with, the members of her small family, have vanished. Even she did and maybe it was a mistake that pulled her back to this island. There are others who remain-people she knows and cares about, but that care-
That love-
Is starting to backfire.
And when she sits in this empty shack, staring the remains of Guzma's legacy in this place, knowing that he's back in a world that was waiting for his return, with all the pokemon-all his pokemon-
It still hurts. Stings. Pulls at her chest and her heart as she sits and tries to think of nothing and everything at the same time.
Tries to think about how his voice sounded when he was proud of her-those rare times when he would smile and dance and twirl her in circles and-
Nights she spent huddled up in a blanket, working her way through a glitchy pokedex and asking him every question under the sun and-
There's no pokedex to look at. No one to ask. No one to correct her when she adds to much milk to their limited cocoa mix. There's no voice telling coming through the walls or windows to ask her what she's up to or check on why she's been quiet for so long and-
She waits there for a long time. Wrapping her body tight in the blanket they used to share, even as the sun heats the shack in an uncomfortable way. She waits and waits, flicking bits of food she cooked herself towards the door to see if maybe-
Maybe Goli was still around. Ari. To make sure they weren't looking for their beloved owner who no longer exists.
The evening air makes her drowsy. Her eyes start to close, close, close and she can smell the fish he used to make, hear his gruff voice mutter words she didn't understand and sing to tunes she had never heard before and-
She doesn't want to sleep. Wants to hold this memory as long as she can. Wants to remember the edge his voice took, even when he was mad, and burrow into his arms to stay warm in the night and-
She wants to remember-she wants to keep her brother close. Keep his memory close because it's all she has left.]
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Date: 2020-01-19 04:55 am (UTC)One by one, the people she's grown up with, the members of her small family, have vanished. Even she did and maybe it was a mistake that pulled her back to this island. There are others who remain-people she knows and cares about, but that care-
That love-
Is starting to backfire.
And when she sits in this empty shack, staring the remains of Guzma's legacy in this place, knowing that he's back in a world that was waiting for his return, with all the pokemon-all his pokemon-
It still hurts. Stings. Pulls at her chest and her heart as she sits and tries to think of nothing and everything at the same time.
Tries to think about how his voice sounded when he was proud of her-those rare times when he would smile and dance and twirl her in circles and-
Nights she spent huddled up in a blanket, working her way through a glitchy pokedex and asking him every question under the sun and-
There's no pokedex to look at. No one to ask. No one to correct her when she adds to much milk to their limited cocoa mix. There's no voice telling coming through the walls or windows to ask her what she's up to or check on why she's been quiet for so long and-
She waits there for a long time. Wrapping her body tight in the blanket they used to share, even as the sun heats the shack in an uncomfortable way. She waits and waits, flicking bits of food she cooked herself towards the door to see if maybe-
Maybe Goli was still around. Ari. To make sure they weren't looking for their beloved owner who no longer exists.
The evening air makes her drowsy. Her eyes start to close, close, close and she can smell the fish he used to make, hear his gruff voice mutter words she didn't understand and sing to tunes she had never heard before and-
She doesn't want to sleep. Wants to hold this memory as long as she can. Wants to remember the edge his voice took, even when he was mad, and burrow into his arms to stay warm in the night and-
She wants to remember-she wants to keep her brother close. Keep his memory close because it's all she has left.]