A/N: Notes will be up here from now on. And thank you for the reviews guys! Much love to everyone. Happy Roaming!
'Let Her Go' by Passenger and 'Bittersweet' by Ellie Goulding…The great songs helped me type with a rhythm.
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Cyllage City
"The city of peaceful strolls."
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She drifts in and out of consciousness.
She's on the tight-rope that separates reality from fantasy, and she wobbles. She wants to fall—more than anything—but she continues to sway perilously, her feet glued to the tight-rope—the cursed boundary line that she cannot cross. She wants to dream, yet stay awake at the same time.
Who would watch him if she were to fall asleep?
Who would ease the guilt that would build up every second she stayed awake?
Finally, she chooses both. She doesn't know how, but she does. Her eyes shut off to the world.
She drifts in and out of consciousness.
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Mom.
She's always been the charismatic individual, talking up a storm to almost any type of person out there. She could bear any weight on her shoulder or any burden of multiple situations. The impossible became possible to her.
She raced on rhyhorns for a living.
She is also one of the strongest single moms out there, but not strong enough. Her child was a mute. A ticking time-bomb of emotions locked inside her.
Mom would have never allowed such a bomb to detonate on her watch—what with her amazing social skills. But her daughter could not talk. How were they supposed to make do?
Oh yes. Just treat her with all the love in the world, learn sign language to communicate with her, love her no matter what.
But mom never listened to what her daughter has to say.
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She buries her head into her arms and cries silently, careful not to let her tears soak the bed-sheets. She takes a moment to breathe in and out. Reaching with a hand, her hand grasps Calem's. For some reason, he cares about her.
She is grateful for that.
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She's lost in the woods. She thought she could adventure on her own. Mom would kill her for getting home late.
It's cold. The trees are bare and towering. They pierce the pink sky into sharp augmented fragments. Leaves crunch beneath her feet.
A pack of dark-furred hounds show before her. Pokemon? She doesn't know their names.
She turns to run and dodge beneath branches. The canines snarl behind her. Fear grips her heart.
A flash. A loud electric noise vibrates in the air. The hounds yelp and flee.
To her right by the shallow creek stands a tampered, white fuzzy creature with blue skin.
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Chespin tugs on her skirt and whines. She sniffs and lifts her head.
Taking her hand away from Calem's, she hugs Chespin deep into her chest.
Her mom tells her to no longer cry at mere scratches of the arm…
She lifts her head high, refusing to release further tears.
Her crush in class never looks her way…
Steadily, she stares at Calem's sleeping form, his hand alone on the bare sheets.
The creature was a pokemon named 'mareep'…
Together with Chespin, she strides out of the home to continue their adventure.
She is forever grateful.