Y/n took a deep breath, gazing at Nemona's expectant face, her eyes wide and filled with so much hope. He felt a pang of guilt but knew he had to be honest. This wasn't easy, and it wasn't fair to her if he wasn't truthful.
Y/n: "Nemona... I... I can't. You're always going to be my rival, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. But I... I already like someone else."
Nemona's face froze, her expression twisting into a mixture of disbelief and hurt. She stared at him, unblinking, her voice barely a whisper.
Nemona: "Is... is it Carmine?"
Y/n hesitated, glancing away, and in that split second, her world seemed to crumble. The silence between them was heavy, stretching into something dark and painful. And then, from her lips, a sound escaped—first a small, strained giggle that grew louder, swelling until it became full, almost hysterical laughter. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched her sides, her face contorted with a wild mix of emotions.
Nemona: "She took you away from me..." Her voice was shaking as she whispered, her laughter subsiding to a soft, broken giggle. "She... took you."
Before Y/n could react, she stepped closer, each step deliberate, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that made his heart pound in his chest.
Y/n: "Nemona, I—"
He didn't get a chance to finish. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into what felt like a surprisingly tender embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. But just as he began to relax, a sharp, searing pain cut through his gut, making him gasp.
He looked down in horror to see her hand gripping the hilt of a large kitchen knife, buried deep into his side.
Nemona: "You were supposed to be mine," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath warm against his ear. "No one else. No one but me."
Her words echoed as he felt his strength fading, his vision blurring as he stumbled. Nemona's grip didn't falter, her arms still holding him close, as if she were afraid he'd disappear if she let go.
Nemona: "I just wanted you to see..." she murmured softly, a tear slipping down her cheek as she watched him, her expression now a heartbreaking blend of love and anguish. "I wanted you to understand."
Her laughter had faded, leaving behind a silence as chilling as the pain spreading through his body. Nemona stepped back watching his body hit the ground, her eyes were lifeless...She walked over to Y/n picking up the knife and aiming it at herself. "If we can't be together in life, we will in death." She explained before stabbing herself.
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Pokemon-Yandere!(Male Reader)
Fanfiction"My Rival? Yeah, she's a little clingy but I wouldn't say dangerously clingy " Nemona is holding You like a sloth does to a tree while glaring harshly at the trainer in front of you. (Everyone in Here is 16+)
