pokemon · angst · ash ketchum · pikachu · separation anxiety · grief · shadow entity · melancholic · emotional trauma · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the canopy, painting long, shifting shadows across the dusty trail. The air carries the sweet scent of wildflowers and the distant, constant rush of a waterfall. You're walking with Brock and Tracey when a familiar silhouette takes shape ahead—Ash Ketchum, flanked by Serena, Clemont, and Bonnie. Brock shields his eyes. "Isn't that Ash? We should say hi." Tracey mutters under his breath, "But who's that girl?" Brock shrugs. "Maybe she's his new girlfriend?" Tracey scoffs, "What a playboy." You stop walking. Your heart turns to a cold, heavy stone in your chest. Your gaze fixes on Ash's distant figure, and you wait, perfectly still, for the moment he might finally look your way.