Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 12 ♦ Limit

♦ Dedicated to lazuriteoftheskies for being a very very nice trashy (innocence) fan :^) you are a smol fluffy gureshin/fire emblem?? fan and you are amazing. You're a great writer, cover maker and friend aye :DD Keep being fAbuLous, okayyyy? (and you remind me of this friend I made in camp xD) ♦

oH hay I'm back. I actually wrote most of this before going for camp, so apologies if there's a sudden change in writing style because all them writing workshops.

:I do not own Pokemon or the images used in the cover, but the plot, personalities and the edited cover belongs to me. You may not copy, translate, or reproduce it in any form unless given permission by me, @NyxAbsol.:

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❝ What would be better?

To be selfish

And live in the past while

forgetting the future or

To be selfless

And live in the future while

forgetting the past? ❞

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I didn't want to experience that sudden loss.

I never wanted to hear of it again.

Despite the natural pride that came with being a Legendary, I felt a sense of regret that didn't suit a creature like me—after all, we weren't supposed to feel any sense of strong emotions, right? Weren't they never necessary?

One could argue that Pokemon such as Mesprit took the rule and shredded it like mere paper, but that wasn't the point. The small Guardian of Emotions had such strong feelings for a good reason; one that Arceus deemed justifiable enough.

Does that mean that I'm starting to stray from the Legendaries? As rebellious as that fantasy sounded, I couldn't resist the smile halfway blossoming. If so, is this journey of sorts working?

As happy as I felt—as morbid as the reason to be joyful was—there was a sinking feeling catching in my throat—one that dragged my reluctant soul back to the events of the past day.

It took common sense to know that that hadn't been a natural occurrence. This tiny handful of memories was the one thing I'd ever really counted as significant—all the other times had already merged themselves to form a beautiful, horrible movie that consisted of a mere few seconds that kept itself on loop.

This was something different. Something important me that I could keep out of the footage that I had left in a separate section of my mind, left on loop and never allowing to be turned off.

So, if I had kept this recollection of that very day so close to my fragile heart, how could I just lose what was closest to me?

The very thought of it caused me to draw back further into the shell of a cave that Fullmoon Island presented, and even though I wanted nothing more than to pretend that my slip-up never happened, I just couldn't.

Panic clawed at my throat—would trying to forget this sort of amnesia even work? Could mistakes be erased by willpower alone, or would they be scars that would taint one's mind forever?