Sleep tight, my one and only.
I'm here, so don't feel lonely.
Sweet dreams and peaceful slumber,
Gardivior scowls, and scribbles out the words written on the page. She crumples the paper, and tosses it behind her. She strokes the name etched on the tombstone. "Abby…" Her beloved trainer, the one who raised her from a tiny little ralts to the fighting force she is now, the only reason she still lingers in a cemetery full of ghost and dark Pokémon. She sighs, and starts writing again. Gardivior would keep trying until the wordless melody she hears whenever she thinks of Abby has words, words that will be as perfect as the feeling she felt whenever Abby was with her.