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You looked at me and I stared back, a battle.
You looked heartbroken, you looked miserable. You looked so angry. So unhappy with yourself and everyone else you knew.
"Then, let's battle!"
You sent out Chikorita.
??? class.
What?
You smirked, I wanted to wipe that smug look off your face!
I lost and you just went past me, you claimed that you would steal my Pokemon if I lose, but you didn't.
All you did was scoff at my failure.
"Well, that was a waste of my time."
I didn't know your name until you told me.
We battled again and again, your anger possessed you to do so many things. You sent out your Sneasel first, it scratched the air and roared.
Did you realize it yet? That you've been doing things wrong all this time?
Your Gengar smirked as it feeds off your hatred.
Then, you sent out a Meganium, its aroma lulled you to a dangerous, focused calm.
You still had a long way to go.
I went to challenge the Elite Four, you ran up to me.
"Hold it!" You shouted.
You sent out your Sneasel and I could feel how much you changed as a person, the best you could be, a sign of growth. Your solemn looks, or even your smug smiles were no more as you stood there and encourage your Pokemon, roaring with them, a show of triumph.
Crobat chirped happily as it was let out, I could feel my eyes widening.
I watched as your Meganium fell, you didn't insult or shove me anymore, instead, you gave me a small defeated smile.
You started stuttering, and you didn't even bother to look at the door that lead to the Elite Four.
"Oh— and Kris?" You started, trying to get it out.
We shared gazes, you didn't look so miserable anymore, and you didn't look as angry as before.
You looked beautiful.
"Hmph, try not to lose." You encouraged awkwardly before you bolt off again.
I fought a mysterious man in a hidden room, the caves were singing, they were telling me to back off, go away, it's not safe here.
I don't know why I tried as hard as I did, I defeated everyone.
I re-challenged the Elite Four and the mysterious man was open for a rematch, and his team was impossible. I lost and lost, I ran away crying each time, I just want to get this over with.
I think I collapsed, crying my heart out. When my Feraligatr gave out and fainted, it felt as if another knife twisting in the wound. The mysterious man looked at me and didn't utter a word.
You were sleeping near Tohjo Falls after a long day of exploring. I always wonder where you went.
I sat beside you and wondered if we could battle like we used to.
I left soon enough.
I saw you again at the Dragon Den, your eyes looked my way. You flinched and backed off, I kept staring, and when you tried to flee, I hold you down and snarled.
"What? Kris? I can't battle you now," you murmured, looking to the side, where the water's bioluminescent glow was reflected in that beautiful face of yours.
I was a bit saddened by it.
"My Pokemon isn't ready, and I can't push them too hard.."
At least that's a good reason.
I let your hands go after a long while.
"Whew, now stay out of my way." You tried that tough shit again, I laughed.
Your face was suddenly pink.
I decided to leave Johto and Kanto, I've seen and done all the things I had to do.
If I try my best, would you promise to do the same?
If I'm going to walk this road alone, why not make it worthwhile?
That talk in the Dragon Den was the last time I saw you.
To see you again after all these years, I smiled and waved.
Your long crimson locks breathe into me a new air of nostalgia, I was overwhelmed by your small smile.
"Kris! My Pokemon is way stronger now!" You proclaimed, delighted.
We shared gazes, your long lashes complimented your grey irises.
"Silver!" I opened my mouth to say your name.
I was sure that I was going to die of happiness, my heart beating out of my chest.
You smirked.
"Then, let's battle!" You shouted, I'd never thought I'll hear those words from you again.
Your face looked so bright, like all the baggage you had shed off of your skin, your face might be stuck in a frown, you might mock and laugh at somebody, but I could see that half of it was just how you were. Back then, it was misplaced indignance and hatred, and your heart was shattered at every encounter.
Now it was easy for you to joke around, laugh and smile.
Please keep growing, Silver.
You beat my Pokemon one by one, you cheered on your team, you jumped in excitement at every single victory, every win was a personal triumph for you, wasn't it?
I tried my best but my Feraligatr couldn't keep up anymore and passed out.
I know that you hardly have people in your life that cared about you, but let me say this once.
"I'm proud of you."
And you were the happiest I've ever seen you.