Why? Why is fate been so cruel? Why? What did I do to deserve this?
...
These questions all ran through his head over and over as he lay in the corner of his dark dusty cell, just barely illuminated by the glowing of his rings. On Sunday, he had confessed his love to his one and only, and found that she loved him back. They had one week of happiness, before the police arrested him for a crime he did not commit. Now, exactly two weeks after the day he discovered true happiness, he was going to die.
"Five minutes left, son." The jailer, an old and kindly Jolteon, called through the bars.
The prisoner bit back tears, sighed, and started singing.
"The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here
I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone
I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone
As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight
When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh darling, I wish..."
He stopped, shuddered, and choked out the last few words in a strangled whisper. "I wish you were here..." He fell back to silent tears, releasing the flood held back by sheer willpower, too deep in his feeling of loss to hold on any longer.
"I'm sorry, but it is time." the jolteon again called through the bars before unlocking the door.
Urge prisoner took one last look around his cell, composed himself, and walked out of the cell, into a public stadium with a guillotine placed right in the center, with pokemon watching from all sides. He took his last breath, and laid his head on the block.
The last thing he saw was the teary violet coloured face of his love looking straight at him.