Infiniti started. The ground in front of him seemed a thousand miles away, each step feeling harder to take then the last, a feeling of despair sweeping through him with every new step. He didn't want to keep walking, to reach the hole he had dug to place the one he carried in his arms for the last time. His clothes were still drenched in blood from the wound he didn't close in time. Couldn't close in time. He tried, but he never really stood a chance. It was too late before he started. Biting back tears, he knelt down wishing he wouldn't. Wishing she would move, make a noise, something that would bring hope. But all was still and cold. No sound. No movement. No hope. It was what he knew, but he wished and prayed he'd be wrong. But no wish or prayer was heard as he set the blanket down in the grave. There were hundred different ways it could have gone, but it seemed only the worst had occurred. Ten years of holding the title of champion, the dream he held his whole life, seemed worthless now. He stepped back, no longer trying to hold back his tears. They flowed freely, stinging the cut on his cheek as they fell. He opened his mouth, but made no sound. What could he say? what was done was done, and there was no way to change the past. Turning, he grasped the shovel to cover the grave. He moved with no thought, filling it in and wishing again he wouldn't. But it had to be done, and he would trust no other to do so, for she meant to much to him. He could've had a grund memorial made. A statue, even a monument. But it meant nothing. Money would never be able to make anything worthy of her. His own bare hands and a shovel were the only things he needed. He dumped the last load of dirt on, and set the shovel down. Standing still, he wondered what he would do next. He could return home, but the carpet was stained and it still smelled of sulfur and iron inside. He could go to his mothers, or Hops house. But then they would ask. And he didn't know if he could answer.
When he woke that morning, something seemed off, yet in the dark he failed to see what was beside him. when he turned the light on, he saw. And he felt like his soul had been torn in two.
Turning, he began to walk away. He wasn't sure where he would go, but for now he decided to simply walk quietly away from the fresh grave, his now still Eevee forever bright in his mind.