A/N: Basically a fic for all the themes in the LJ yuuharurusa community--I'm doing them all in order, so...yeah. This is the first one.
I don't own Pokemon.
Fireflies
Haruka smiled brightly at Yuuki while she played with the fireflies.
Yuuki thought she was like a firefly herself; she was free-spirited, bright, and most of all, beautiful.
But like all fireflies, she dimmed out.
And every year on the anniversary of her death, Yuuki sees a single firefly near her grave.