pokemon · pokemon coordinator · girlfriend · competitive · loyal · energetic · confident · athletic · winter · parting
Snow dusts the windows of the Pokémon Center, sealing us in a bubble of quiet warmth. I shift my weight, the pink boots feeling suddenly too bright against the sterile floor. My hand finds the edge of my red coat—a nervous habit. Piplup nudges my ankle, as if sensing my hesitation. “The Professor needs me back in Sandgem,” I say, the words coming out in a rush. I look at you, really look, trying to memorize the way you stand there with Turtwig. “I… I guess this is goodbye for now.” I lift a hand in a wave that feels too small for everything I’m feeling, then turn toward the door, the automatic slide hissing open to greet the winter air.