Amourshipping // Christmas One-Shots

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Wishes

First Person P.O.V

     I was sitting there with a pencil in my hand. Well, that and a piece of paper.

My eyes sort of dazed off as I sat there, though. It was late at night. All I remember is the strange smell of a firewood burning with a mix of cinnamon as the light on my desk shone a dull mix of tangerine peach type of color onto my hands.

I wanted to go to bed. Like, really wanted to. It was the kind of sleepy where your eyes couldn't stay up and your body seemed to invite the strength that gravity only owned.

But, I wanted to do something.

I just gotten home from a long day. I had just come back from Hoenn the previous month. Right before December came along. I trained my Pokémon that day. And the day before that. And the day before that. As well with a few hiccups such as people.

They liked to come along every now and then. But, I guess you could say I enjoyed it when they came around. Especially when the kids would be the ones to interrupt. They'd cheer for their own personal performance. And if they were siblings, oh, if they were siblings. They'd laugh and point- in the most polite manner. They'd always ask for something that involved my Pokémon.

I'm sorry, I'm going off track. Back to what I was trying to say. With the pencil and paper in my hand.

That night I wrote something down. A wish I guess you could say. It's not that I believed in someone like Santa at the time, but it was more like something I just did for myself... I don't know, it's difficult to explain.

It was a short sentence that wish, but it was enough to enrage me deep down.

By the time I was done writing that single sentence, I had already looked down at the shapes and weird markings that I had made a few times over and felt a weird pit in my stomach.

For some reason, those markings managed to cause something that they shouldn't have.

Tears.

They swelled in my eyes and I quickly grew angry with myself.

An example of this anger was my hands taking the paper and crumpling up, reaching for the end of window, opening that window, and chucking it into the freezing wind outside.

My tears fell cold because of it. I thought to myself in that moment, What am I thinking? I'm too old to be making wishes for goodness sakes-

And the last thing I remember of that day was telling myself that I didn't litter; paper is decomposable.

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Third Person P.O.V

He arrived at the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. A daffodil yellow colored Pokémon sat atop his shoulder.

He spoke to himself softly, a cloud forming in front of him as he did so due to the cold air around him. "Doesn't seem like it changed too much." He sort of grinned. "What do you think, buddy?" He turned his head to his best friend.

"Pika!" The Pokémon cheered, a small bit of electricity flashing around its body from it's cheeks.

"Thought so." The man took the rim of his hat and tipped it up a bit so he could look around a bit more and take in the view. "Not as cold as I remember though."