High Society: The tales from Victory

Sincerely, Vanessa (Ch. 11)

[Author's note: This chapter will be split into memories and scenes. All untouched writing is reality at some point. All in italics are Vanessa's writing.]

Dearest Ponderosa,

My sincerest apologies! I haven't written you on the last two months! I'm sorry I've left you alone without my words. You certainly have been writing me! I've read your last letter, I could feel your intent in every stroke. Day and night I read and reread your letter. I did take your advice so you cannot go and say I didn't do so without notice! By following those words of golden choice, today is the day I give up my ballet slippers for good, and relax. No more piano, no more art, just me and my thoughts. Maybe I'll find something that suits me. Just me, not Wildstar. Finally find something more to hold onto.

...

The last words that left an impression on her were, "Dearest Vanessa, live life to the fullest. Be proud and make the world know your name. Grab what you want and never let go."

Her face was petite, with high cheekbones. Eyes of Victini, hair the color Murkrows, and lips as red as a charizard. The woman held her daughter close, with the same stunning hair. Then she let her go as she parted from the land.

That was before the young girl was separated from her Beloved Ponderosa. Now she sat in a bus to Lumin's prestigious private academy. There she would meet people and they'd push her around, but that wouldn't last long. Less than a month later she'd leave the school to attend a funeral.

Michael refused to cry, had to be a 'man'.

Napoleon was comforted by all sorts of friends, knights and government officials alike.

Vanessa never left the coffin's side.

She prayed every moment. She had never been religious, but this moment she hoped Arceus was listening. She looked up every few minutes to see her laying on the velvet cushion. Eyes shut, no breath left in her. Raven hair splayed across the golden pillow, her body in the most refined dress money could afford, and a bouquet akin to a Florgeous. Her perfume lingered in the air, her favored fragrance imported from Alola. Now only masked the scent of death.

Yet, no matter how dolled up she looked, she knew it couldn't cover up the hole in both their hearts; One caused by a bullet and another caused by grief. A void that can never be fulfilled.

She could hear the endless amount of 'deepest' or 'sincerest' sympathies, but none could amount to the genuine voice of her best friend. Crutches aside, Beloved Ponderosa sat beside her. His fingers intertwined with hers.

As she whimpered, he held her.

As she sniffled, he gave her a tissue.

As she bawled, he provided a shoulder.

Even when they were exiting she refused to leave. Beloved Ponderosa had to try to drag her, but physically couldn't. Eventually, she cried herself to sleep. Pompous carried her out, but Beloved Ponderosa never let go of her hand.

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Besides with family all my time has been taken. They are so demanding of me, but refuse to acknowledge my opinion in anything! So I've taken it upon myself to contact the 'leader' of Campeon... as you suggested. She has agrees to allow me to host this year's godless tourney! With such prominent leader accepting my proposal, the others can't decline! I am so nervous! Butterfrees fill my stomach, and I feel like it's empty as all these days arrive closer and closer, but I just need something to fill the holes! So I've found myself some delicate foreign chocolates to binge, but I haven't been watching how much I eat, so I hope you don't mind too much. If anything, my love handles are just more for you hold!