Moonflower's POV
I stared at the moon. The same moon you were probably gawking at, trying to understand the brilliance of it. Maybe it will remind you of me, your Moonflower. Or maybe it won't.
I sighed in despair. Maybe you were already gone. Maybe you had forgotten all of us. Maybe your research was more important than your friends.
A gust of wind hit and almost threw me into the freezing cold of a pond. It seemed to whisper, No bad thoughts.
Maybe… No, I told myself. No more maybes. Do what you have to do. And I knew exactly what I was supposed to do.
I tore off my collar and, the crescent-moon-shaped tag gleaming; spat it out onto the frozen ground. I sped as fast as I could into the woods of Pallet Town.
I could physically feel my bond with you breaking until it went so deep, my heart burned and, finally, it too broke.
I laid down on the moss, tears rolling down my black cheeks. I was so broken; I was so hurt by your leaving that day at your grandfather's lab. I could feel the crack in my heart starting to take its toll on me.
I stopped sobbing.
I stopped shaking.
I stopped breathing.
And I finally saw that bright light, the one that I had been waiting to see all my life. I was finally able to see the sun without being burned. Finally, I was at peace.
Gary's POV
A collar with a tag in the shape of a crescent moon appeared out of nowhere, suspended in my campfire. Its image floated toward me.
No, I thought. Not Moonflower! Not my Umbreon…
I looked up at the sky searching for the moon. The beautiful orb wasn't there.
In its place was a bright blue, glowing ring.
