So, this chapter is...Sighs. At least I finally got it out of the way. By the way, if anyone caught the meaning in the chapter title and chapter, high five to you! Don't report me. Please. XP

I don't claim to nor own Pokemon.


It was December. So much had already happened in this month...One such event...Was Cameron's dad.

It was sudden. We were in our class, listening to the professor when the announcement system activated. From it, we heard Arland's voice.

"Would Cameron Choo please make his way to my office? Your father is here to speak to you. Also, you two can also come along if you want to."

It felt a bit embarrassing but there was a mix of worry on my face. Cameron's father? As in the same abusive father he had talked about? I couldn't help but worry, and Tony seemed to think the same way. We all made our way to Arland's office; Tony holding Cameron's paw the entire way.

When we got there, there was a Beartic in a serious business suit. Surprising, since his type had fur. He wore glasses and looked as serious as his suit.

"Ah. Cameron. My son. It's good to see you."

"..."

"And who may you two be?"

'Well, we're...Cameron's friends, to put it lightly.'

"I see... Either way, what I have called for you is that you return home."

"H-huh? A-as in...stop studying?"

"Yes. I'm rather busy nowadays and I need someone helping me around the house."

'Just for that?! This is his studies we're talking about!'

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

'But still...'

Tony suddenly got in between him and Cameron, his arms stretched out wide.

"I won't let you hurt Cameron again."

"Hurt him? Why would I? He's my son."

"Yeah right. Cameron's told us the whole thing. There's no need to hide it."

"My, what bad lies have you spread about your father, Cameron?"

Cameron's father seemed like he wanted to say something else, but he held his tongue since he was in front of the principal. That didn't mean he didn't give us a death stare though.

"...I'm not going back."

"What was that?"

"I said, I'm not going back!"

Out of nowhere, Cameron got out from behind Tony, holding his chest up high.

"Boy, you dare defy your father..?!"

"This is my life! My dreams! I won't listen to you anymore! You're not, and never were, my father!"

As if a sign of his newfound courage, Cameron started glowing, the light slowly engulfing him before he emerged as a full-fledged Beartic.

"...Very well. From this day onward, you are no longer my son! I disown you! You were never anything without me anyway!"

With that final proclamation, he stormed out of the room, and out of Cameron's life.

'So...What will you do now...?'

"I...I don't know."

"Well, maybe me and my dads can adopt you!" Tony cheerfully exclaimed that but...his eyes had a certain uncertainty to them. Why...?

"Ew, gross. That'd make us brothers."

"Oh yeah. Well, we can still take care of you anyway!"

'That seems to be your best choice right now.'

"Well...Alright. I like your parents anyway."

As we started walking off, Arland called out to me.

'Hmmm? What is it Arland?'

"...Don't grow too attached to Tony or Cameron."

'Huh? I don't get why I shouldn't.'

"Just...don't. For your own sake."

"Yeah yeah, I get it." I shrugged it off at the time but... I noticed it from that day onward. Tony and Cameron were wary around me. They would often avoid me... As if they had a secret. And now...We were here. On the day before Christmas Eve.

"Bullet. I want to break up with you."

'H-huh? I-I...didn't mishear you there...Right...? You...want to break up with me?'

"Yeah...I'm sorry I'm pulling this on you so suddenly..."

'B-But...why?! '

"...I'm moving away."

The news hit me like a truck. And I was but a simple bug.

'You're...moving? That doesn't mean you still can't study here!'

"...Bullet. It's already been decided. We're going tomorrow."

'We? ...With Cameron. He knew, didn't he? That's why you two have been avoiding me.'

"I didn't want to but...We didn't want to tell you and break your heart."

'...So...Why are you telling me now...?'

"I...thought you deserved to know. At least from my mouth. I...want you to forget about me."

'...That's why you want to breakup with me...?'

"Long distance relationships almost never work. Plus, with Cameron being with me...I didn't want to make you jealous."

'So you break my heart instead?'

"..."

We just stood there for what seemed like the longest time before I climbed onto my bed.

'I'm going to sleep. Night.'

"...Night."

I couldn't sleep. After everything that had happened...After everything we had been through...It was just going to end here? There was no way I could sleep with that burden on my shoulders.

Sometime into the night, I blacked out. When I awoke, the two were finishing packing their things. I looked out the window to see that it was nearing evening. I had slept though the whole day.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Or, evening, I guess."

'...You guys leaving now?'

"In a bit. You...wanna walk us to the train station?"

'...Mmmm. Let me get ready.'

I hoped out of bed and cleaned up a bit before grabbing my bag and a muffler to wrap around me. I may be a fire type, but it was still cold and I prefer I used clothing rather than burn the place down.

We started walking towards the train station, passing through the city. It was quickly becoming dark, so when the city lit up, it really was a spectacle. I couldn't feel very happy about it. As we were approaching the train station, I heard a man shout in surprise.

"Hey, look honey! It's snowing!"

I turned to face the sky, and sure enough, it was starting to snow. I guess you could call it a Christmas Eve miracle. We got onto the train platform and waited for the train that would take the two most important people in my life away from me. I fidgeted in my seat, holding my bag in front of me while thinking. What was inside the bag was another muffler that matched mine. I had knit it the other day, as a set. One for me and one for Tony. Yet...I hesitated.

The sound of a train whistle brought me back from my daydreaming, as the dreaded moment arrived. Was...this really going to end like this...? As I watched Cameron slowly enter, my body reacted. I was holding Tony's paw.

"...Bullet. I have to go."

I know.

"Let go."

I don't want to. I've known you for the entire time I've been in college. I know how nice you are. I know how caring you are. I don't want you to leave.

"...Bullet..."

'Tony, I-'

He pulled me closer to him...and the distance of our lips went to zero. Our first and last kiss. I couldn't stand it anymore. I closed me eyes, hugged him, and cried. It was fine to cry now, right...?

We soon let go. The train would be leaving any time. But before he went...

'Here.'

I slid the muffler I had made for him around his neck.

"What's this?"

'It's a muffler I made for you. Happy Christmas Eve.'

As soon as I heard the train whistle again, I knew time was over. I backed away and pushed him into the train.

'Tony. One last thing. '

The doors were closing. He scrambled to get up again.

'Thank you. And goodbye.'

The doors shut and the train started moving away. As it finally disappeared into the darkness, I looked up at the sky, littered with falling snow.

'If...we ever meet again...How much would you have changed? And I wonder how much I would have changed.'

I smiled to myself sadly, and started making my way back to the dorms.


Now, I may hear you guys ask why it's suddenly so sad, even though I've made it out to want to be happy.

Well, here's why. In the original (Which doesn't exist as a story...yet.), the ending was a lot darker. Like, extremely. To the point of depression. Wanna know why?

Well, here's why. Bullet goes missing for a whole year, Tony claws his eyes out in frustration, Cameron evolves on his own as a way to protect Tony and grows to hold against Bullet for doing this to Tony and when Bullet does return, Cameron kicks him out, and leaves with Tony without making up or saying anything to Bullet whatsoever. Dark, huh? Well, that's how the original went...for some reason. From a really nice love story...to that. I guess...I'm writing this story as a sorry to them. Hence, the term "dream".

My idea of a dream is... "When everything goes better than it did." And while this story did take a depressing turn, it's going to get better. ...I think. Hope.

Either way, that's enough about why I'm doing this. Oh, and one final apology. I'm sorry "Seje". For screwing up that timeline the way I did.

And now, I bid you adieu.