Chimchar's Feelings
Paul took out one of his pokeballs and released Chimchar in front of him. With its face filled with grazes and gauzes, Chimchar signalled at its trainer with its confused thoughts but Paul just deviated from them.
"You're out, Chimchar." stated Paul with no hint of regret. Chimchar took a step forward, looking at his ex-trainer with so much hope that it just heard the wrong thing. Paul's stern eyes had just crashed its doubts, and Chimchar did not heard him wrongly.
It was out, out of Paul's league.
Chimchar knew that the moment would come sooner or later, that unwanted moment and hated thought of Paul abandoning it. Chimchar's constant denials from the truth had kept it from comprehending thoroughly the true intentions why Paul had kept it for so long, even though Chimchar had not been able to keep up to his expectations. Chimchar had been so obsequious, ever since the day Paul invited it into his team. The team where power came on top of everything else in Paul's list, even when exhaustion piled up most of the time. Chimchar had always trust in the fact that one day when it could finally unleash the power, the true power that was hidden inside it. The power that would unveil in time. The power that Chimchar always knew it possessed. Every single time when it could not unleash the magnificient igenous power that was once used to defeat those ferocious Zangoose, the anticipation set in to urge Chimchar to push itself even harder towards the same goal the both of them yearned to achieve.
The smile.
Chimchar noticed the strictness and seemingly unfeeling aura Paul had been emitting since the day he became its trainer. Somehow, underneath his rude and unimpassioned exterior, Chimchar knew that there was a hidden conscience that Paul was afraid to reveal to anyone so they could see his weaknesses. Chimchar had been training so hard to help his trainer break out of his irritating ego. Chimchar only wanted to see him smile, just one time would suffice. If only Chimchar could just exceed its normal limit and unleash that little more bit of fire power that could impress Paul, maybe that might make Paul smile. When that could happen, Chimchar would immediately capture that precise moment, and stored the precious scene in its heart and mind forever.
The reality.
The inevitable had arrived. Paul was finally disowning it. Chimchar had failed after all, in every aspect. It took a step backwards, now that it entirely understood. Their goals would never be fulfiled.
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