>>33934365There was only a single bed in the room and I felt bad for her, as I could see her body twitch and shiver without something to cover it. Out of pity and a bit too tired to be thinking completely straight, I did something that I figured any caring figure would do: I scooted over to the far side of the bed, and I motioned for her to get under the covers where it was warm. She was shocked at first, but facing the cold, she scrambled under the covers and laid there on her stomach, falling asleep quickly afterwards. I thought that this would end up being a one-time-only thing, but very soon, she started doing it out of habit, and I…sort of just went along with it. I will admit that I had grown incredibly attached to her at that point, and it was rapidly altering the way in which I saw and approached her on a regular basis. We were sharing so many moments together of close friendship and care that…things just built up over time. One moment, I was patting her on the head for being good, the next I was holding her hand in public to keep her close, and before I knew it, we were going out to dinner not as master and Pokémon but as…well, as if we were just two people. I know that it sounds weird, but…it’s shockingly true: I fell in love with her. And I felt it to the deepest reaches of my heart; her charming personality and beauty just eclipsed all of my fears of what the world would think of me for it all. I just couldn’t let her go or leave my mind. Things progressed greatly over time, and while many would see it as morally wrong and disturbing, it only took a few months for us to go to…well, probably the most intimate level of affection two individuals can share with one another. Needless to say, I was enthralled to have found someone that cared for me so much, and I for her…and I couldn’t let her slip from my fingers. So, about two weeks ago, I did something that would likely get me crucified in certain circles: I proposed to her.