Vague summary is vague. Vague prologue is vague, but hopefully understanding will come later. First Pokemon fic ever, second fic ever, be kind (please).
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He should be calm, he should think things through. Sadly, he's lost his mind hours ago. Gary's hands tremble. He has collapsed to his knees, shaking fingers grasping at the knob that wouldn't turn. Turn, turn, he thinks in a blur, damnit—damn—!
His legs quiver all the way to his knees, and for a moment before he falls his hands manage to hold on to the knob, then it turns—it goes at least half the distance he'd made it go before, but at the last moment his trembling hands slip. The gates rewinds.
Gary falls, and he watches from below his pitiful reflection on the knob stained with red. His head throbs, his eyes close, and when he reaches upwards to unsteadily brush stray strands off his face, his fingers touch blood.
Faintly, he could hear footsteps outside the door. They are from bare feet, and a long, thin cloth drags against the carpet. Even without sight, Gary knew—it was Ash. Ash in his pyjamas, having just woken up from a wonderful dream.
"Gary?"
The voice is soft and quiet. Ash sounds kind.
"There's a chair on the other side," he taps the door lightly with one foot, "here." The pyjamas shift, and Gary could hear the skin of his arms brush briefly against the cloth before connecting to it with a small plop. Ash was stretching. "Just thought you'd like to know."
The footsteps pad away, louder as Ash goes down the wooden stairway, before disappearing abruptly and completely.
Gary sees red. His uncoordinated mind furrows into a mess of anger and fury, but his heart contracts and the sorrow he suddenly feels is painful. He may die here. He can die here, Ash would let it happen.
His last regret before succumbing to nothingness is a question to himself—wondering why he ever fell in love with this guy.
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