It has been more than a year now. I haven't been able to contact or see her. Is she alright? Will I never be able to see her again? I don't know why I miss the only person who irritated me everyday. Yeah, I miss you... a lot...
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The streets of Lumiose City, usually bustling with life, were eerily quiet tonight. It was around 9 p.m., and the late summer air was heavy with the scent of rain. Thin streams of water dribbled down the cobblestone sidewalks, reflecting the dim glow of street lamps, which flickered on and off like the weak heartbeat of a tired city. The rain was light for now, a misty drizzle that gently patted against the few souls still wandering the streets. The occasional roll of thunder rumbled in the distance, a reminder that something heavier was approaching.
Among the few was a lone teenage boy, his steps steady yet sluggish as he made his way down the street. Ash Ketchum, a first-year student at Lumiose High School, had just finished a grueling shift at a part-time job he had taken on to help support himself. His black-and-white school uniform, now slightly wrinkled from the long day, was the only shield against the cool dampness in the air, aside from the small black umbrella he held over his head.
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Ash exhaled, his breath a mix of exhaustion and frustration. "What a day," he muttered, shaking his head. His brown eyes, usually full of energy and life, now reflected the weariness of his evening. The first few weeks of high school had been a whirlwind-balancing schoolwork, practice battles with friends, and this part-time job had taken more out of him than he had expected.
He trudged forward, the soles of his shoes slapping against the wet pavement. The distant rumble of thunder grew louder, closer, as if the storm was creeping up on him. He squinted up at the sky through the rain-speckled glass of his umbrella. The clouds hung heavy and low, their gray masses swirling ominously as if they were waiting for the perfect moment to unleash their fury.
And then, it came. A sharp crack of thunder shattered the quiet night, startling Ash. The rain, which had been no more than a drizzle, suddenly intensified. Fat, heavy drops began to pelt down in torrents, slamming against the umbrella in rapid succession. The once-gentle patter had transformed into a chaotic drumming, and Ash winced as the wind picked up, threatening to snatch the umbrella from his grip.
"Man, what timing!" Ash groaned, shaking his head in disbelief as the downpour quickly soaked his shoes and the lower part of his uniform pants. He looked around, his heart sinking as he realized he was in the middle of an open street, with no obvious shelter in sight. His eyes darted up and down the road, searching for any kind of cover from the relentless storm.
The street lamps flickered once more, casting long, eerie shadows along the empty sidewalks. In the distance, Ash spotted the soft glow of a sign-faint and warm in the misty haze of rain. He squinted, trying to make out the words as the rain lashed against his face. A café. The sign swayed gently in the wind, the golden letters glowing invitingly from the darkness.
"Finally," Ash breathed out, a small sense of relief washing over him. He pulled the umbrella closer to his body and quickened his pace, eager to reach the safety of the café. Each step felt heavier than the last, his tired legs protesting as the cold rain seeped through his shoes. The storm showed no signs of stopping, and Ash knew he'd need to wait it out somewhere warm and dry.
