A.N.: This is an alternate version of Stories of Ransei, in which at one point Yukimura, Charizard and Vaporeon die. For better effect, I'd suggest listening to wingless by zts as you read.
I hope you enjoy it.
Her hand reached up far to the clear starry sky. But no matter how far she stretched her arm, she'd not be able to touch it.
The Moon.
Him.
He was no longer by her side, no longer in this world. His voice would never be heard again; she'd not see his smile. His laugh, him calling her name, the sounds his armor made as he walked next to her, they were all gone. If she closed her eyes and focused, she could see his face. But when she opened them, she'd be thrown back to that cold, colorless world. She'd see that starry sky that had lost all spark, mere lifeless dust. She didn't care anymore. She was all alone.
All she had were memories, memories she clung on tightly. However, they were just figments, illusions, and with time they'd get distorted, they would fade. Even if she replayed over and over his last words, giving her the illusion that he whispered them to her ear, he would not be coming back. His ghost haunted her, she saw him everywhere she went. But every time she tried to reach him, the illusion would break, bringing her back to reality. He died, she felt him leave. She knew he was dead, but she couldn't accept it.
Her hands, they stopped sensing anything after she felt his body grow cold, as she cradled him. They gripped tightly his bandana, the only thing she could keep. She felt guilty that she was taking something that belonged to him, but thought that it would help her. She had a memento of him, but it was of no use. It only served to remember her that he was no longer there, that she could never feel him again. Yet she couldn't force herself to part from it.
The voices of everyone that had survived were far away, they didn't reach her. They were somewhere else, she was alone. She stopped listening, and ever since, she was engulfed in a gray, silent world. The only thing that she could see was his red bandanna. Nothing more, nothing less.
Food grew tasteless. Eating became a task, as everything she swallowed felt like sand. Sometimes she wished she'd just choke and die, but it never happened. She couldn't even notice the faint scent of flowers in bloom. After he died, she spent three days and three nights in his room, until she no longer smelt his scent. She had nothing left.
She stared at the lake in front of her. The moon's reflection shone, almost taunting her.
"I wish for your happiness," she played his words over and over in her head.
"My happiness lied with you," she said to the wind, to the moon. "It was gone the day you left."
She took one step into the water, cold for a spring night, but she didn't care. She knew what she had to do. She only needed to take another step. She was born alone, lived alone, until she met him. He encouraged her to be strong, to go on. She finally learned what it was a friend, someone she loved. She finally knew what it was to be loved. But it was all gone.
She was alone once more.
She only needed courage, she could do it. Another step and she was in the middle of the moon's reflection.
Let's go. Let's go meet him. There is nothing to be afraid anymore.
His bandanna tied around her forehead, she submerged her head under the water…
I lived alone until I met you and now I will die alone.
…and took a deep breath.
Then, everything grew dark.