re-posting this
>They we're so close.
>She just had to last a little longer, and they'd be the new League Champions.
>But they lost. That Metagross pummeled her.
>And they would have to do it all over again.
>Why did she have to be so weak?
>"He must hate me." she thought. "He doesn't deserve to be forced to train a Pokemon as weak as me..."
>Maybe she could find a stronger Pokemon for him... A Garchomp, or a even a Houndoom. A Pokemon that could make him happy and beat the Champion for him...
>"Sirknight!?"
>Oh no.
>"Sirkniiiight!?"
>Here her come... He's coming to get rid of her... She's so weak, it's the least she deserves...
>"Sirknight! Ah, what are you doing there? It's going to start raining soon, you shouldn't wander off like that."
>She simply lies still waiting for the inevitable.
>"Sirknight? What's the matter? Are you sick?"
>He kneels beside her and places his hand on her forhead. The warmth of his hand against her cheak causing her to shiver.
>"Well you don't have a fever... Aw, you must still be tired from that last battle. Everyone else is just a beat."
>She clenches her eyes shut waiting for him to say it.
>"Here. I'll carry you back to the Pokemon center, the I ordered us a big pot of tea and some nice hot scones, with your favorite Pecha berry jam."
>She couldn't describe how she felt in that moment, as he carried her.
>Her heart nearly burst as he kissed her forehead.
>She knew she had to get stronger. Stronger for his sake.
>But in that moment all she wanted to do and all she could do was fall asleep in his arms, listening the the sound of his heart.
