Okay, so I haven't read that far in the Ruby and Sapphire chapter, so I haven't gotten to know the past of Winona and Wallace's relationship.

So this is what I'll do: This will take place in Gameverse, but imagine that I'm attempting to write from the perspective of Mangaverse.


GracefulShipping: Wallace x Winona

I look to the sky and remember that I once held you in my arms.

It's hard to recall why we are not together anymore. I try not to think about it and just try to remember the good memories.

The light blue sky is infinite. Maybe if I find a way to fly towards it, I can have you back.

Or is that just a silly dream?

Dreams are awful things. They're misleading. They lead you to wake up to a hated reality.

The reality that you are no longer in.

The dark clouds begin to roll in and threaten rain.

Rain… Water… My favorite type of Pokémon. Just as Flying is yours.

Although I do wonder which is more dangerous: the seemingly never-ending sky that leads outside of Earth where there is no oxygen or the crashing waves of the ocean that could easily pull one down under where there is no way to breathe.

Both are deadly. And maybe neither are meant to be together. The sky is above while the water is below. They will never touch one another.

And I will never feel your body wrapped in my arms again.

Lightning lights up the dark sky for only a moment and a crash of thunder echoes through the night air.

It is now that I wonder where you are and if you are okay.

I miss you, my dear Winona.


I look to the ocean and wonder what I did wrong.

There is no way to recall good memories because all I can hear is the yelling and the screaming and the bad words that brought me to tears.

I stare at the dark waters and begin to walk toward the edge of the cliff to get a better view.

I have nightmares about you every night.

But nightmares aren't as bad as dreams. At least when you wake from a nightmare, you can be glad that it's over. Dreams make you believe that your wishes have come true, only to be disappointed when you wake up to a hated reality.

A reality that still has you in it.

The waves are getting higher and higher. It would be much too dangerous to travel with a Water-type Pokémon.

Water-type Pokémon… They're your favorite type, just as I fancy Flying-types.

We did get into a discussion one day as to which type was better. It was a silly argument, but I truly believe Flying-types to be superior to Water-types. But maybe it's all a matter of opinion. I loved showing you the skies with my Altaria as you loved to traverse the waves with me on your Milotic.

But all of that is in the past that we can never return. The sky should have never attempted to be close to the water. It was never meant to be.

And it hurts. It hurts far too much for me to grasp.

I hold out my arms as if I'm preparing for flight, but that's not what I'm doing. The sky is my breath, but the water does not provide that.

It is now that I take the plunge and the splash can barely be heard over the waves slamming against the cliff.

I miss you, Wallace. But this is where my life ends.