Pokémon Pikachu's Goodbye Novels & Stories

"Even my mom knows she messed up. I'm making you a promise: once you're officially my Luna, we'll get our own place. If you don't want to see her, you won't have to. I'll handle it." Andrew pulled me into his arms, my indifference not stopping him as he humbly confessed for the first time. "Then there's the magical herb, our symbol of love. The tribal healer insisted I needed another one to purge the last of the poison, but I couldn't. It was your parting gift. "Did you know? I've worked so hard to plant them back home, filled our garden with them, and only then did I have the courage to come for you." In the distance, footsteps came to a halt.

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.

Since no one was answering, I turned off my phone. I focused on the road until I found the exact location. I didn't linger long before getting out. As I entered, I was greeted by Mother Superior. Quil’s things were ready. On one side were his friends, waving and saying goodbye to Quil. Even though he couldn’t see, I felt he also wanted to wave back at his friends. “Goodbye!!!” “Goodbye, Quil! We will miss you!” He turned and raised his hand, simply waving as guided by Mother Superior to exit. Mother Superior handed me Quil's bags and toys.

After I read her texts, I replied to the hospital staff, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I didn't bother going to the hospital. However, I did notify Pauline about Caleb's accident. Caleb was discharged from the hospital three months later. He had lost a great deal of weight and looked as though a breeze was enough to bowl him over. He looked nothing like the successful and driven individual he used to be. He said, "Ophelia, I'm sorry. I agree to the divorce." I shot a look at the hand hanging at his side, aware that he had lost all sensation in that arm. Nevertheless, I felt nothing as I answered calmly, "Good."

Lucas said, immediately turning to Aurora and gesturing for her to exit. ‎"Damien, please don't make me leave! I'm too frightened to go back alone!" Aurora cried, tears flooding her eyes as she clutched his hand. ‎"There is nothing to fear," Damien said, his expression completely unreadable as he gently but firmly broke her grip. "Just keep your mouth shut around the press. I will handle the fallout." ‎Closing the door behind her, Damien braced himself against the tightening pressure in his head and answered the call. "Hello, Grandma."

Buh bye. Love Pia.

That's just how it is. Her eyes held gloating and hostility, dressed up as sympathy. She likely expected me to snap. Instead, I smiled at her with complete sincerity. "Don't worry. We broke up. There's nothing between us anymore. I hope you two last forever. I mean that." Something shifted after I said it. Lucas fell quiet. His gaze lingered on me a moment too long, something unreadable crossing his face. "Rebecca isn't feeling well. We're heading out. Go back in and keep the others company." He took her arm, and they left.

He retorted. I feel like my nose is smoking with what he said. I hope it's okay, because my favorite is Pikachu, the case really disgusts me! "Don't touch Pikachu! Chupi, I'm busy." "Okay, I'm leaving. Don't talk too much about your man, ah?" He said and brought his face closer to me.