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?"
