Pokemon: An Unexpected Journey

Chapter no.194 Therapy

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Cynthia Shirona often considered herself a patient person, but lately, her patience was wearing thin because of one boy—Ash Ketchum, whom she affectionately called Austin.

It was somewhat endearing that only she and a few close friends used that name; it made her feel special.

This was a comforting thought, especially since she hadn't had many friends growing up, during her Pokémon journey, or even now as the champion of Sinnoh.

"We had our special times, right? Sunday nights, talking for hours," Cynthia mused sadly, sitting in front of a board adorned with pictures of Kanto and the recent havoc wreaked by a hero known as "Ashura."

What intrigued Cynthia wasn't just the mystery, but the similarities she noticed.

She had watched the video of the lightning bolt striking the Silph Co. building countless times, and each viewing reminded her of one thing: Rajin's Descent.

"You are Ashura, aren't you? Austin," Cynthia whispered to herself.

She had aided Austin in his plans to harness nature's power—a bold strategy and theoretically possible, something she had guided him on towards the end of their training.

"It looks like you've mastered it on your own and used it to protect Kanto. Is this why you've been so absent every time we called? Were you busy with your whole Team Rocket destruction plan? You could have told me. I would have loved to help you... to be beside you," Cynthia murmured, her voice tinged with sadness as her eyes began to sting.

Just then, the lights flickered on, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Stop being this lovesick Growlithe, Cynthia," an old voice chided.

"Hello, Grandma. Weren't you asleep?" Cynthia asked, turning to see a short, elderly woman looking at her with a mix of concern and annoyance.

"I can sleep when I'm dead," Grandma declared crisply, prompting Cynthia to respond with concern, "Gran-gran, don't talk like that."

"Stop dodging the topic. Why are you behaving like a lovesick Growlithe?" Grandma probed, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed Cynthia's flushed face.

"I am not," Cynthia protested weakly.

"Really? And I'm the one who was thinking about why my friend confessed to me," Grandma countered, her tone both teasing and sharp. This only made Cynthia's face turn an even deeper shade of red.

Cynthia's spirits lifted slightly at these words.

"But why is he denying it?" she asked, still confused.

"Feelings are complicated, Cynthia. Maybe he hasn't realized it yet. As I said before, you both are young. There is a lot of time for these things to sort out, but the question is, what do you want to do?" Grandma probed.

"I want my friend," Cynthia responded quickly.

"Not a lover?" Grandma teased with a wink.

"That can wait until he realizes his feelings," Cynthia replied, her cheeks flushing with a blush.

Grandma snorted in amusement.

"Good luck."

"Thank you," Cynthia smiled, feeling a bit more reassured. Grandma shook her head slightly, knowing well that boys could be oblivious to these matters.