Far From Yesterday (Marissonshipping Fanfic)

Chapter 13

"Bébé is dead."

The words echoed in her ears, Mairin recoiling as they reached her. Disbelief filled her mind at this news, and she couldn't help but stumble back a step. Alain watched her, eyes still hard as she braced herself against the kitchen counter, trying to understand just what she had been told. Those still sitting around the table were saying something, but their meaning was drowned out by the ringing in her ears.

"N-no," Mairin whispered. "She– she's not–"

There was a tremble in her whole body, heart feeling heavy. She stared up at Alain, as if somehow he'd take back the words. But yet there was a cruel reality as she took in what he had said. How Bébé hadn't appeared in any of the pictures, the strange reactions her Pokemon gave when she held the empty Pokeball. And unlike so many things Alain had said to her, his words now rang true.

Dead. The first Pokemon she had ever captured was dead.

"She can't be..." Mairin whispered, the room starting to spin. Her throat closed up on herself, choking on her own questions. What had happened Bébé? When? How?

Why?

Her arms wrapped around herself, clinging in search of comfort as she tried to take in these words. She blinked, tears just beginning to enter her eyes. They stung as they formed, slowly falling down her face as she tried to comprehend the exact weight of what she had been told. She didn't cry, no sobs escaped her, just tears streaming down her face.

"Mairin..." Came Sophie's gentle voice, and Mairin jerked her head up to see the dark haired woman approaching.

Alain didn't say a word, eyes distant as he stared at the floor. You could see the conflict in his gaze, the sorrow and the frustration. His hands curled into fists, and he seemed to be unable to look at her.

"N-no," Mairin whispered, shaking her head. She stumbled away from the counter, away from Sophie and Alain. She knew what they were going to say, that they were sorry and that it'd be okay. She didn't want to hear that, she didn't want to hear any of it. "I– I w-want to be alone–"

She rushed towards the door, stomach twisting as she ran. She felt like it was the first day of her amnesia all over again, just confusion and sorrow being thrusted onto her. Her vision blurred as she stumbled through the hallways. She pressed passed the stairs, not sure of where she was headed, but a bitter sorrow was building up in her.

Bébé was dead.

They had known, and they hadn't said a word. They had kept a secret about one of her oldest companions, hidden it away as if she didn't have a right to know. But even the pain from that was nothing in compared to the horrible truth. Dead. Dead. She didn't even know what to make of the word, how to even begin comprehending the news. This wasn't a distant relative or an older neighbor. This wasn't someone she had never met.

There was a personal sting, and yet a lack of understanding. Dead... Bébé was dead. Gone, torn from this world...

She'd never see her again.

Mairin found herself in the greenhouse as she came to a stop, only able to make out her location through her tears from the light coming in from above. She blinked, the light dimmed from the clouds that had been lingering in the sky for days now. Her shaky hands went to her eyes, slowly wiping away the tears that had built up, and she stood there, panting.

Pokemon were peering out at her as she stood there, many of them unfamiliar to her. But yet with the concern chirps and calls they were letting out as they saw her shake, she had a feeling that they knew her. A Pidgey swooped down and landed in front of her, tilting its head. She looked away, heart burning with sorrow and anger.