Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon's characters or plot. This a purely a work of fan-made fiction for entertainment purposes.
What You Were Looking For
Maybe I could have looked at it more optimistically had I been younger, or less knowledgeable than I had been then. But the fact was simple: our paths weren't ever going to cross again. We'd come to terms with that those long years ago when you'd left on that dragon, the sight flickering off into the distance as a speck. We're basically adults, now, and we know that life is not going to always work out.
Sometimes it gets bad, of course. Days training become absent-minded hours watching the sky. Some days Cheren and Bianca and I will climb up on top of the hill closest to Nuvema Town and just watch the clouds. Sometimes we don't even speak, just lay back and enjoy the soft sea breeze as I cry into Cheren's shoulder, which has long since stopped being awkward, because we're adults now.
Other times Bianca will point out shapes in the clouds. We would go on with her but she's much better at it, so we let her chatter and smile up at the clouds shaped like Pokémon or flowers or strangely like Castelia Cones and laugh.
It's these days I'd like to forget everything the most on. Like to forget that Cheren might be needed at the gym today or that Bianca should be at Professor Juniper's getting a head-start on tomorrow's work or that I should be training for my second shot at becoming champion, or, especially, that you aren't coming back.
Sometimes as we lie on our backs in the perfumed tall grass I look up and wonder if you wonder how I am, too.
Bianca always seems to know when I'm upset. She comes armed with a half dozen new Pokémon from the research lab for me to look at and the news that she has the day off so we can just go around and talk at a café if we wanted. She means so much to me. I figured you'd like to know that I've still got people looking out for me.
Cheren, on the other hand, doesn't mention it at all. When I'm upset, he just pulls me in for a hug and holds me. I kinda wish he was still as egotistical as before, and his pride wouldn't let him hug me, but no such luck. They dote on me and that's that.
People still talk about you, you know. Indirectly, of course. They'll tell all about the legend of the hero and mention that they thought they saw a large dragon type flying over the marshes. It makes me laugh a little, seeing them want what I have. (I don't think I'd let them have it, though.)
There are a lot of things I could say, but most importantly is a simple question that drops into my head, unannounced, and demands to be answered, though I could never possibly answer it. Did you find what you're looking for? I hope you have, and that someday that evil man of a father you have will have no significance to you anymore, because all you ever got from him was despair.
I blame you for sounding so different now. Everybody's noticed. I'm quieter, wiser, more stoic- it seems I've taken a little part of you with me.
So here I lie, back down on the grass with my two best friends, Cheren's arm around me and Bianca's hand squeezing mine a little, and I'm mentally sending you this letter in the hopes that somehow you know that I still wonder if you're okay, and crying slightly onto the grass but smiling a little, because I'm an adult now and it's time to accept the fact that our paths may never cross again, but that's okay.
I hope you found what you were looking for-
Hilda.