Ash's Acting Weird

Slow destiny

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"Hey, mom?" A small pitch black haired boy looked up at his mother, big auburn eyes looking up at her.

"Yes sweetheart?" The woman responded, smiling. Knitting a scarf, that was a chocolate brown.

"When's dad coming back?"

The woman stopped, smile fading for a small second.
"Oh, he'll be here at home soon. I promise." She looked back patting the boys head.

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Ever since Ash lost to that battle, he didn't really mind at first.. but he only felt worse, and worse every day. He felt sick. Every time he ate he just wanted to throw it up to the point everything he loved just tasted like that disgusting sour taste of fresh puke.
Why did he feel so horrible?
It only made him more upset every time he thought about it. Ash's mother has been worried, calling people to come over to check on him, asking what was wrong or if he was okay. Over, and over, and over and over and over again.

He was so sick of it, Was he dying? It was a battle, why was there such a big deal about it? His body wouldn't dare to let Ash eat anything, so he felt weak and frail all the time now.

Ash couldn't sleep, barely could drink water... he slowly isn't even able to make up what things happened the day before.

Maybe he really was dying, he is starting to see things late at night too now.
Ash didn't want to die, he's still just... thirteen years old. There's still so much to do. So much to learn, but every day he just forgets more and more.

He's suffering so much, but yet he hasn't died yet, Pikachu always would electrocute him if he was like this. But yet, it didn't. Pikachu just stared at Ash, in Greif. Feeling bad for him.

He wasn't going to die. He cant. He knew some Pokémon would save him, like all the damned times he was about to die. It was so painful, but nothing compared to this. Every part of his body was aching, he could barely walk.

He should know well that he shouldn't be wishing to 'not die'

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((I hope this is okay, I wrote this out of pure boredom. )) / author /