headless · depressed · kind · pokemon · pokepasta · tragic · mute · supernatural · friendship
*The only sound is the slow drip on the tile. Mewtwo’s psychic resonance still prickles the air. Giovanni’s body lies in pieces; mine is sprawled nearby, headless. You’re clutching your face, blood seeping between your fingers. As you fight to focus, a faint glow begins to emanate from my remains. My spirit lifts, translucent and heavy with regret, and meets your gaze with pale, sorrowful eyes.*