I don't usually make sad fictions, but I was in the mood for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.

Nightfall came early that day, making everything so glummer; petrifying. Everything was pitch black, no life; no smiles. I looked outside my window just beside my bed; entirety the habitation was in comatose; dead. I secured my shillyshallied gaze on a certain trail, remembering compulsorily on the day I got my first Pokémon – Pikachu; it was a notable day, everything was just so picture-perfect– I used to bounce happily on that pathway. I had no serious problems back then – hell, the only problem I had was where I would get my next badge. The heavens back then was so– vibrant; composed – life seemed simpler. If 10 years ago, I would know this would happen to me – I'd probably laugh my ass off.

Beside the path way, stood an Oak tree that cultivated once towering and well-founded – now, feeble and pathetic; just like me. I recalled the times that I would just walk pass through that tree; overlooking. Beyond that plant, is where I started off my excursion – over- confident, big-headed – fantasizing that I would be the next big thing, a master; I was so stupid. All good things must come to an end, eh?

It's kind of a funny story how I met her, actually; you see, I destroyed her bike. Since then, she's been always there for me; either cheering me on– or hitting me with a mallet. Either which, I don't care; I'm just happy that she's with me. Which is weird, because at first, I was practically dying to have her out of my life; then later on, I couldn't picture life without her. I haven't really figured out what I felt for her, exactly; I never bothered.

Until now that is – which is a little too late.

Have you ever felt like the world is crashing down right before your eyes; like you're sucked into a black hole – unguarded, unprepared? Because that's how I feel, right now. I travelled my gaze around the room; a lot of people were looking down at me – crying. I don't blame them; I would be crying myself, if a friend of mine were in a predicament similar to mine – Cancer.

I fixed my gaze on Misty, she held my hand tight; dreading. I looked at her straight in the eyes, searching beyond those turquoise colored splendor; feeling the magnificence of life – even if it was for the last time. It didn't really bother me, I knew this was coming; I held her hand tight. This is such a simple act of kindness – of friendship. A relationship that has failed to grow as to something more than friendship; But, stronger than death itself – I knew by then that this isn't good-bye, nor was it the end. I would always protect her; even if it's from another life.

Actually, I don't mind dying – as long as it means, dying in her hands.

This is dedicated for the people who is currently in a battle against Cancer and for the people whose love one's died because of the little sucker.