Pokémon Pikachu's Goodbye Novels & Stories

A content, serene smile rested on my countenance. “Goodbye, for now, Pa, Adrian. We’ll visit you again soon.” ~THE END~

Eventually, I will disappear too. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

Now, the numbness radiating from my hands was a constant reminder of just how ruthlessly Vivian had once treated me. "Save your breath. There's no home or future for us anymore. Instead of wasting your time pestering me, why don't you go figure out how to earn the forgiveness of the patent holder? Maybe then you can spare your little boyfriend a prison sentence." That was the final lifeline I threw her way. With that, I turned and walked away. Vivian stood there watching me leave the whole time. Then, she covered her face and slowly sank to the ground, crouching there for the longest time without getting back up.

I never wanted her to end this whole mess in a way so final, so without hope, because by then, none of it mattered to me anymore anyway. From the moment my call for help got hung up on, I stopped having anything left tying me to this world. If I could choose all over again, I'd want to just be an ordinary person in my next life. To live out my days safe and quiet. That alone would be enough for me.

His cloudy eyes looked at me, filled with something that felt like regret… or maybe longing. In the end, he did not come over. He only asked a little girl nearby to bring each of us a rose. They were wilted, probably picked out of a trash bin. The girl passed them to us and said, "That man over there asked me to tell you… he's sorry. He's going to die." Thora looked at the rose in her hand and asked me, "Mom… is that Dad? Is he going to die?" The little girl who delivered the message looked confused. "What does 'die' mean?"

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

In that moment, an idea bloomed in his mind. Maybe he should let her go. Let her be free. After the interview, a young male teacher stepped forward to chat with Nissa. He was the faculty advisor for the student group and also a teacher in the special education department. His sign language was smooth and fluent. He had a kind face and a friendly manner. In no time, he and Nissa were in deep conversation. She rarely met people she truly connected with. At his suggestion, they exchanged contacts. It was obvious to anyone that the teacher liked her.

It felt as though something had been ripped out of his life—something he could never get back. When his phone finally buzzed with an incoming call, he answered it without hesitation.

“Sure, I won’t. Alright then, sir. Goodnight, sir.” “Goodnight, my boy. And give my love to Lucy.” “I sure will,” I reply and then end the call.

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.