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It had been a while since I had seen Crystal leave the city. And as rude as it sounds, I'm glad she hasn't come back. I don't think I could really take the pain of just looking at her, the memories of blood, of the death that caused me to close down my gym for now. I didn’t do anything for a while, sitting around for a while. Only a pathetic excuse for a gym leader. I had tried Falkner, I tried Bugsy, hell, and I even tried to talk with Mortimer, only to come up with nothing to bring back any happiness. Nothing to make me move on from that horrible day in the gym, which to be honest, seems like a blur. All I can remember is that I wasn’t completely myself in the beginning, and after Luna-Pon fainted, Matilda and I were practically the same. That’s when I realized what had happened; a crumbling noise as a pillar fell, and I fell something, or someone, let me go, as if had been controlled. And that’s when I snapped out of everything. Everything went silent for a few moments, as I stared at the body until I knew one thing was filling my body.
Rage.
Pure rage as I screamed out that she murdered my Miltank, my closest Pokémon. Exclusive from the champion for more than one reason. She was mine, and I knew that Crystal could- no. Wouldn’t understand that she was just my Miltank, my Matilda. My sweet little Milly and she had just murdered the thing. Vast, her Gastly, was gone and apparently she had to have revenge.
… And as much as I hate to admit it, I would have done the same if I was in her situation.
So here I am now. Months have passed, and I’ve been stuck between finding a stronger replacement, or making Luna-Pon my main and getting someone to replace the Clefairy’s small position. Maybe I could contact Lance and get someone new. Problems arose, Team Rocket was back, and here I am. A simple gym leader who can’t even do anything. I stopped trainers from their journey for a while because of being unable to battle. I sat at Matilda’s grave for hours, and sometimes was dragged into my house by Markus, my ex-boyfriend, or his brother, Franklin. I felt something when I was out there for most of the day, and it felt more like home. It felt like I always had Matilda there, watching over me like she was just worried about me. Now it’s October, and it’s Halloween night. The one night I know I could see Matilda. Ghosts were around on Halloween; the same night most either adventured into graveyards to see the dead Pokémon, or stayed away in fear that rage would overtake the translucent figures and that they would attack, wanting their trainers to come join them or them wanting to punish them for being careless enough to let them die on their journey through Johto. Tonight was the one night I could see my darling Milly again.
I had dressed myself in pink and black, similar to Milly’s colors, and grabbed my bag before journeying out to the graveyard, which was almost empty. A full moon was overhead, keeping light for trainers and children going their ways tonight. I arrived at Matilda’s grave, sitting down at it and staring.
R.I.P
Matilda
Forever Mine
I traced the fancy letters in the stone over and over, hoping that she would appear, just wishing for her to come see me. I remember each and every detail, and her special little mark on her tail; a white star. She was my special little star that Lance bred just for me, giving me the chance of a lifetime to become a gym leader. I was feared by most for being as strong as I was with Matilda, and her ability ‘Scrappy’, fooling trainers into thinking that a simple ghost could beat my gym. I was happy with Matilda. I pressed a hand to my left cheek, remembering the pain from that day that she was lost. After a while I just forced myself to my feet, about to turn away for the night, thinking it was useless to have even come out here.
“Foolish…” I muttered to no one in particular, as I started to walk away until I felt something around my waist. I reached down, nothing there, only leading to me turning around so fast I lost balance in the rapid turning that I fell, only to meet two blue eyes that I knew so well.
“Milly?” I forced out, unsure of what else to say. Tears began to run down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around the figure, choking and crying. She whispered a quiet ‘Yes’. I knew how understand my Miltank from raising her and how close our bonds are. I was glad, I could talk to her and she could speak to me and tell me everything.
“You need to move on.” She whispers, only for me to jolt back, unsure of what she means.
“I… Matilda.” I didn’t know what she could mean. Move on from her death?
“I want you to replace me and move on. I’ll always watch over you, Whitney.” She replied while ears perked up as she smiled. Something I haven’t seen, or done, in such a long time.
“I can’t Matilda. You were… mine.” I frowned at the Miltank, upset at the idea that she wanted me to replace her, the star of my gym, the Pokémon who started my reputation.
“Please… for me? I love you, Whitney, and I want what’s best for you.”
That’s when it clicked.
She was asking me to move on without her, because she cared too much for me to sit here, to see me upset. She always made me smile before, and now she wants me to get back up and move on without her. She wants me to be happy again. She cares so much, and I know she always will. And then another thing suddenly went through my mind.]
“Do you want to see Luna-Pon? Luna misses you as well.” She smiles- oh how I missed that smile she always had – and nods, as I let the Clefairy out of her Pokeball, and look around before noticing the ghost.
“C-Clefairy?” She lets out her cry. I wish I could understand them all, so I could communicate with them and make them stronger than they are now.
I watched as the two played, which was something they haven’t done for a while. They use to play and talk during my hair appointments with the brothers, and I would always get a chance to watch them in the mirror as they smiled. They were happy, and I was too. Luna looked back to me, as well as Milly, and we all did something we haven’t done for such a long time.
…
We smiled.
