Whether it's the baubles on the leafless trees lining the sidewalk of Saffron City, glittering and twinkling against the dark sky of the wintry season, or the garland that wraps around every single rail and banister in the vicinity, the world around Blue seems magical tonight.
She wanders about the area, passing cold apartment buildings erected of stone and people huddled together, whispering gossip and secrets that she will never know in hushed tones. Her eyes flit over to the window of a first-floor apartment, in which the curtains are drawn but she spots the silhouette of a man and a little girl, both decorating a Christmas tree with the sound of a television set blaring in the background. The brunette notices the man move to pick the girl, who she assumes to be his daughter, up, holding her high enough that she can place a star on top of the short evergreen. Her eyes dark away. Blue doesn't want to be guilty of envying a child spending time with her father.
(For a moment, Blue ponders what Green and Red and all of her friends are doing in their warm homes back in Pallet Town. Yellow is with her little family of Pokémon in Viridian Forest, Blue supposes, and Silver is off in Johto somewhere with his sweetheart, the cute girl with the brunette pigtails. He's probably smiling lopsidedly, acting like a fool; the thought almost makes her laugh. Green is probably with Daisy and the Professor, eating a home-cooked meal and cracking jokes at his family's expense. At the thought of food, her stomach rumbles, and her face colors slightly when she receives questioning glances from a few passersby.
Red is still up on Mt. Silver, she recalls, most likely training the day away; the brunette wonders if he even realizes that he's going to miss yet another Christmas on the peak of the frozen mountain, wasting his relationships — and eventually his life — away just to please the League.
She feels silly for even wondering.)
Pulling her coat tighter around herself, shivering, Blue turns her gaze up to the stars above her and watches clouds pass by below them, obscuring her view only for a few moments before drifting on ahead.
She sees the Big Dipper, and her eyes immediately train on the end of the handle. The stars making it up — Alkaid, Alcor, Mizar, Alioth, and Megrez — are all so far apart, she realizes, as she stops her slow-paced walk and simply stands on the sidewalk.
(A few people push by, and she can hear the soft streams of curses as a few of them nearly drop neatly-wrapped presents into the snow beneath them, dirtied from being trudged on by the hundreds of people who stroll through Saffron in its finest hour.)
Even Alcor and Mizar, which seem only micrometers apart from her view of the night sky, are almost an entire light year apart.
The thought amuses her, and as she begins to walk again, Blue wonders if she is just another Mizar, always looking so close but still so very far away.
a/n: why do I love Blue so much