An: This is Very sad. And currently not a romance, though it may be in the future, depending on if I decide to put another oc in. It is a story of friendship and hardships.
Sixteen year old Natasha Daniels stood at the cliff pondering whether or not to jump. Her life had been full of disappointments so far, including her dad not showing up for her birthday this past year, her mother putting her in foster care, and her foster parents not allowing her to go on a Pokémon journey.
Not to mention all of the bullying; her fellow foster girls making fun of her slightly pudgy appearance and all the guys teasing her because of her two different colored eyes.
She felt like she had no one, and so there was no use in being around anymore.
Maybe she'd see her older brother in the afterlife.
She was about to jump when she felt her body lock up on it's own. She felt something pull on the back of her leg, and she tumbled backwards.
With the breath knocked out of her, and feeling slightly dazed, she looked up.
Standing on her chest and looking down at her was a small togepi.
It looked tiny, like it was a runt.
"Toge? Togepi?", it asked.
It continued looking down at her until the paralysis wore off.
Finally, she got up with frustrated tears in her eyes.
"What was that for?! All of my pain was about to end!"
She put her face in her hands and started to sob.
A minute later, she felt something embrace her leg.
Looking down, she saw that the Togepi hugging her with tears in its own eyes.
She picked up the small pokemon and gave it a watery smile.
"Thank you. Now where's your trainer? If I'm not mistaken, thunder wave can only be taught as a tm.", said Natasha.
She looked around for a few minutes, before to her shock, she saw a hand sticking out of a bush. She ran over to the bush, where she saw an old lady lying on the ground.
Freaking out, Natasha felt for a pulse.
There was none.
She got out her phone and frantically called 911.
After hanging up, she noticed a pokeball hanging out of the pocket of the woman's over grown coat pocket and a note and pen in her hand. The pokeball appeared to be open.
Picking it up, she read the note aloud.
"To whoever finds this note, this Togepi is my Sweetie. Her pokeball is in my pocket. She is kind, brave, and loyal. She loves being dressed up and eating pokebeans. Sweetie has always wanted to go on an adventure, but, being the old woman I am, I was never able to take her. I hope whoever finds this will make her dreams come true. She is a fine pokemon and an even better friend. Now, be warned, there is a group of horrible people out to get Sweetie because she has a very unique power. This very group burned down our house, and I'm afraid I may not have much time left. Please don't show this note to anyone, not even the police, cause the members of the group could be anywhere. The name of this group is-"
That's where the note cut off, with a line showing that the woman had fallen during writing the last part of the note.
She turned and saw the little Togepi crying.
Rushing over, she picked Sweetie up in her arms, cradling her to her chest.
"I'm so sorry."
They stayed like that, silently holding each other until the police and paramedics arrived.
