Post by NIKOLAI PETROV on Nov 3, 2018 19:46:51 GMT
the silence is deafening as it fills the room, refusing to subside even for a moment as discomfort grows within him because something's not right. he's not himself anymore.
'your body's healed at a remarkable rate that modern science simply hasn't doesn't allow for yet. you were most likely healed by a pokemon.'
it's the first crack that makes him doubt himself. he has no pokemon that have healing capabilities. it makes no sense of his opponent to beat him to the brink of death only to heal him; he doesn't remember it, but his body tells the tale of someone who should have died.
the second crack comes from his phone: it's broken but they tell him it's from excessive water damage which doesn't make sense because he doesn't have a water-type.
the third crack comes from pictures of his gym: it's of him and his steel-types, which he has absolutely no recollection of. it doesn't take much to make him sure of one thing:
this memory is not his.
the door knocks. yesterday it was thalia parish but today it's a different guest: dewford's gym leader has finally graced him with her presence.
"i didn't think you'd come."
he hasn't had contact with anyone else since the incident but even if he did, he's not sure if he would have even tried. the common theme that revolves around him is that the people he cares about get hurt. first it was rocket and his family; and now it's sootopolis, it's thalia parish, it's PERSEPHONE AMAVI that have all been affected.
he's tired of being the cause of their pain.
his gesture guides her to the chair next to his bed. "are you okay?" he asks before she has a chance to. he shifts in the bed as she approaches, meeting her gaze if she'd give it.
"it's good to see you, sveva."
his tone of voice is different: it lacks the usual indifference that normally drenches his tone. perhaps he could change.
for the better.