Lollypop
Member since '07 <300 posts
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- Age 26
- Melbourne,Australia
- Seen Sep 28, 2016
"Pikachu, I choose you!"
No matter how many times I say those words, you don't come out anymore. As I walk down these memorable roads, it feels almost as if you are still here, walking alongside me, squealing "Pika, Pika" every two seconds as we encounter the annoying Zubat or a Pidgey. I just can't accept that you're actually gone.
I still leave out your favourite PokéBiscuits every day, hoping you would come and eat it. I still watch T.V everyday, like when you were here with me. Same with the regular visits to the PokéCenter, avoiding the glares from Nurse Joy as I come back, every single day with an empty pokéball asking her to heal it. I guess it's the familiarity of the routine, the structured life that I had always lived, and loved. I miss your electrifying presence, your smell, your fur, your everything.
I can't accept the fact that you're actually gone, nor can I stomach the truth that I killed you! What an idiot I was for pitting you up against Brock's Onix, knowing that your thundershocks were not effective against his rock types. I still remember your scream of despair as Onix wrapped around your delicate, little body and squished you to death.
I'm sorry. Come back, pls. I miss you.
No matter how many times I say those words, you don't come out anymore. As I walk down these memorable roads, it feels almost as if you are still here, walking alongside me, squealing "Pika, Pika" every two seconds as we encounter the annoying Zubat or a Pidgey. I just can't accept that you're actually gone.
I still leave out your favourite PokéBiscuits every day, hoping you would come and eat it. I still watch T.V everyday, like when you were here with me. Same with the regular visits to the PokéCenter, avoiding the glares from Nurse Joy as I come back, every single day with an empty pokéball asking her to heal it. I guess it's the familiarity of the routine, the structured life that I had always lived, and loved. I miss your electrifying presence, your smell, your fur, your everything.
I can't accept the fact that you're actually gone, nor can I stomach the truth that I killed you! What an idiot I was for pitting you up against Brock's Onix, knowing that your thundershocks were not effective against his rock types. I still remember your scream of despair as Onix wrapped around your delicate, little body and squished you to death.
I'm sorry. Come back, pls. I miss you.