I don't own Pokemon.
A woman stood in front of a grave stone. She wasn't speaking like one normally would when they visited someone's grave. Instead, she stood there with flowers in her hands. They weren't anything special, just some yellow and white daisies. One could assume they were the deceased person's favorite. The woman displayed no expression on her face as she bent down and put the flowers right in front of the grave stone. She stayed down on her knees and stared at the stone, as if it was going to move or do something out of the ordinary.
The woman broke the stare after a moment and let a tear fall down from her right eye. She quickly brushed it away so she wouldn't show any signs of weakness. She looked back at the grave and began tracing the engraved name. Cassidy. That's what it said. "Hey Cassie." The woman finally smiled and took off the large hat she was wearing. "Remember me?" Silence. The woman began to laugh. "What am I doing? Talking to you even though I know you can't hear me." No response. She sighed and continued to talk. "I feel really stupid right now, you know? Geez, I haven't been here since the funeral." Pause. "A lot has changed since you left. I wish you were here to see it. But obviously you can't."
She paused for about a minute or two. She could have been waiting for any sign that the person she wanted to talk to would say something, but she probably wasn't. She knew her friend couldn't hear her. "I'm doing well. I wish you were there to watch me get married to James." Silence. "Yes, him. He's perfect for me. We've been married for almost three years. I had a baby. Yes, I know that I swore I would never have kids, but things happen in bathtubs." Pause. "That's right, Cassie. I got pregnant that day you saw me in the tub. I blush just thinking about it. It was extremely embarrassing to be walked in on, you know." She laughed a little. "Anyway, I named the baby Cassidy. Don't worry, she was born a girl and acts like it. She kind of reminds me of you. Her favorite thing to do is play with dolls and stuff like that. You'd be happy to know that there's nothing wrong with her accept for the fact that kids are annoying sometimes. But I love her."
The woman wiped the tears off of her cheeks and out of her eyes. "I live with James and my daughter in one of his mansions in Cerulean. I'm not in Team Rocket anymore. I was fired because they claimed I went crazy or something. But I'm not. I'm okay." Silence. "I don't have a job because I'm rich. You thought I'd never have money I bet. I never thought I'd ever be able to say I'm rich in a serious sentence without breaking out in laughter. It's no joke. Sometimes I don't think I deserve it, but James tells me I do."
The woman looks around the graveyard from her spot and saw she was still alone except for a few Murkrow here and there. "You probably would be telling me to shut up and stop talking about myself." Pause. "I know you want to know about Butch and what happened to him. He felt terrible about what he had done to you, Cassie. He wished he could take everything back. That's what he told me. He actually cried. I thought he was too macho to cry, but I guess I was wrong." Silence again. "Anyway, he quit Team Rocket. I don't know what he did after that besides the fact that I saw that he had committed suicide in the paper about a year ago. Hopefully you two are alright." The woman paused again. It was as if she was trying to hear an answer from her old friend.
"I hope that wherever you are, I'll always be there for you in life or death."
"Jessie, come on it's pouring out here. You'll catch a cold."
"Yup, that's James calling me. He really does care about me." Jessie smiled. "I'll see you someday. But don't worry, it won't be anytime soon." Jessie stood up, turned around, and walked towards James to continue her life the way Cassidy would have wanted.
