Pokémon Pikachu's Goodbye Novels & Stories

"Diagnosed with what? What are you saying?" "Those pills were the only reason I could stand up and cook you breakfast," she said, her voice cracking for the first time. "They were the only reason I could dance with you at the gala without screaming. I just wanted to make it to the end of the contract. I just wanted to leave you with one good memory so you wouldn't hate me when I was gone." She looked at the empty toilet bowl, the water still swirling. "But I don't think I’m going to make it to Day 100 now, Arthur," she whispered. "I don't think I'm going to make it at all."

As the helicopter broke through the clouds and sunlight spilled through the window, illuminating Lena’s face, Lena closed her eyes and whispered a quiet farewell in her heart. “Goodbye, Henry.” They no longer owed each other anything now, and this was goodbye forever.

"Hunter, I was just afraid Natalie didn't like me. I only wanted her to back down for once. I didn't really lose them. I just wanted to scare her…" Hunter shook her off forcefully. "Scare her?" His voice was all hoarse with anger. "Those were the only things her mother left her." Tiffany fell to the floor and crawled back toward him, crying. "I'm sorry, Hunter. I really am." Hunter didn't look at her. He simply gripped the pair of pearl earrings while the image of me standing backstage the night before replayed over and over in his mind. Only now did he understand that the quiet "Fine" I uttered had been a goodbye.

After leaving the company, my phone buzzed with messages from Monica. [I'll wait for you at the courthouse tomorrow.] [I arranged for a specialist to treat your mom.] [Once we get our marriage certificates, we'll visit her together.] I laughed bitterly and bid her a silent farewell. 'Goodbye, Monica,' I thought to myself. I took my luggage and went straight to the airport. The next day, while I was already gone, she stood at the entrance of the courthouse, her freshly obtained divorce papers still warm in her hand.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes again? I brought you a strawberry cake." The words were painfully familiar, just as they were three years ago. Jonathan had always liked buying me strawberry cake, and I'd always thrown myself into his arms like this, telling him how much I'd missed him all day. "John, I missed you so much." The words caught him off guard, and his expression froze for a moment, as if he'd slipped into a brief daze. Then, his gaze landed on the scar on my face, and clarity returned instantly. I noticed the change and felt a flicker of mockery surface in my eyes.

"Think that wraps this up? You need a wake-up call, or you'll never learn." He slung an arm around Derek and Morgan, storming out. Since I was a minor without parental consent, the cremation booking evaporated like smoke. Defeated, I slunk home to pack my meager belongings before they could trash them. While I scavenged in solitude, my so-called family was having a good time at the amusement park.

Nicole exclaimed, as Harold also made appropriate noises of elation at the news that Diane had just divulged to them. “Then it’s settled. You’re such a good friend, and I wish you all the best in your studies. I can't wait for you to be done and come back home.” Diane said sadly, hugging Nicole again. She was too emotional at that moment to notice the impatience on Harold’s face or the sneer that crossed Nicole’s face as she hugged her again.

take care", he said and walked out closing the door slowly. "Hey!, Thank God you are all okay now, I was worried", madam Pika said and I faked a smile, "I'm fine", I said and she sat at the edge of the bed, "I thought you wouldn't be able to work tonight, thank goodness you are okay", Madam Pika said and I frowned.

Oh, Alexie, we can't seem to get out of your kingdom alive. Goodbye, Dad, Mom, Andres, and Rizal. I'm surely going to miss you, guys. Jacqui, take care of Allou, Devon, and the rest of us in the pack. Goodbye, Freelipinas! Hello, death! My god... ~*~

He is still the same old carefree Dallas, even if he doesn’t remember me. “I will have you know that Pikachu is awesome,” I say, trying to keep my tone light. Dallas chuckles, and the sound of it warms my heart. “Yeah? Maybe you can show me some of your favorite Pokemon sometimes.” “Sure,” I say, feeling a sense of relief that he seems willing to get to know me again. “Maybe when you’re feeling better.” He smiles, and to my surprise, he holds out his hand. “I know this isn’t our first time meeting each other, but... I’m Dallas. Nice to meet you.”