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Twenty years ago, he'd stand here today, looking out at the sunsetting in the west, silver eyes longing for something more in this life, but realizing he was trapped. Imprisoned by heart and soul in a jail of his own making, awaiting the day the coffin would lower him into his eternal rest. Internal turmoil, physical pain. He could still feel the aches and pains of twenty years ago when he was forty-five.[break][break]
In truth, Ashley remembers the feeling well. It's been coming back to him in bits and pieces, shreds back and forth. He had a Dragonite at one point, he remembers. A gift from his partner, his love. She's... somewhere now. He can't fully remember her.[break][break]
Listlessly, his hand thumbs over the old shard of the crown he had. He felt as if he were twenty years wiser, trapped in an alien body that no longer felt like his own.[break][break]
He stands looking out at sea, the ebb and flow the last bit of relaxation he can feel as the sun rises from the east. On his hand, a ring now. Engaged. Yet, years of marriage were so much more than the engagement. Engaged again. Here again. Something he never wanted twice.[break][break]
Black bags sit under puffy eyes. How long had he cried? The strawberry ice cream he and
kepler brueshaber shared was disgustingly fattening... over the life that they lost together.[break][break]
And all that came to a head.[break][break]
He should be happy now. He got to see everyone else he lost for twenty years. But the problem of it is, they were twenty years gone. To him, they felt like ghosts.
Isaac Merlo,
ana fell,
Naia Kayode,
mint frost,
jayden cross, didn't matter. They felt like apparitions here to torment him, to pick and prod at him. He accepted that he may never see them again. Any of them. He missed them, but they lived on.[break][break]
They
had lived on.[break][break]
Now. He's on the docks, seated. There's a hidden maturity in his face. Years of it that had sobered him to the same shit Isaac had told him twenty years ago... this conflict between the League and Rocket was fucking stupid. Entirely so. But they were expected to continue holding the torch, to keep pressing on. A good soldier fights on, right?[break][break]
Bullshit. All of it.[break][break]
So much blood, and for what? A stupid stone that Walsh now gets to wave around in his shit hands? The Kool-Aid tastes great after enough stockholm syndrome taints the flavor, no matter how bad it really was for them.[break][break]
Isaac finally comes. But he doesn't turn to face him. It felt like another ghost. He hears the blonde's voice, and all he can do is hold the shattered piece of olden crown. All he can do is stare. As Isaac sits down at the docks, Ashley's face shows a face of a man far older than he felt, staring at the reminder of what came before, his eyes are bagged and puffy, and his face was pale.[break][break]
"Hey."[break][break]
It's... heartbreaking to hear how broken he felt, the way his voice felt so barren of emotion. He still can't believe he sounded like this. How gross it felt to hear his younger voice, and yet the older voice he would come into felt like a far off memory. A dream.[break][break]
To his second question though, Ashley turns to see him.
"No." Finally. Ghosts didn't have such vibrant, blonde hair, did they? His silver eyes were vacant, he had been zoning out. Like he was looking past Isaac. Far past him.
Isaac Merlo[break][break]
NOTES
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OUTFIT[break]
- Where do we even start?[break]
- Ash is currently staring at the old piece of crown in his hands. Twenty years wiser. The conflict is bullshit.[break]
- Doesn't turn to face Isaac as he approaches. His voice is a broken hello... his Pokemon are nearby, playing.[break]
- He finally sees Isaac... but sees a phantom. No. He isn't okay.