Just a quick drabble. Nothing big. It was a gloomy day and I kept writing gloomy fanfiction. Sigh.

R&R :)

I had fallen asleep with Raticate in my arms that night. We were on our way through the cave to Lavender town due to the Snorlax in the road.

When I woke up and he hadn't I had assumed he was still asleep.

As I packed up my stuff I looked over at him. He still hadn't moved.

That's when I panicked.

I had let him sleep outside his pokeball because he had been injured in battle yesterday.

I ran over and quickly picked him up.

He wasn't moving.

As I made my way out of the cave I had to keep from crying. Crying is weak, and I am not weak.

But when I saw my rival I couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know what it's like to have one of your Pokémon die?"