âWell people often abandon pokemon of all ages at the day care so, I wish people would stop doing that. A pokemon cares deeply for its trainer and when they donât come back, it crushes the poor baby.â
P - Person who called me last?
âUmmmm⊠I think it was my mom? Iâm not sure! I donât remember.â  Â
âkeeping an eye on her. Whatever one should call it, Silver wasnât letting her out of his sight even for a second. When she had disappeared without the faintest warning, not a trace to where she had gone or how long sheâd be, the redhead thought the worst. Her own grandparents didnât even know.
Days turned into weeks, to at least a month and a half until he saw Lyra again. Before she appeared seemingly out of nowhere, acting like her little vacation wasnât anything to worry about. Silver, though, internally yearned for the moment theyâd reunite again.
He searched far across Johto as he could, but the little brunette held so dear was nowhere to be found. Like she never existed in the first place.
Lyra didnât mind the extra attention, it showed that he cared. The problem was that she didnât like where it came from. Disappearing the way she did was selfish of her, at the time, it didnât cross her mind that the people she cared about would be affected by her sudden decision to go away for some time, only after it all happened she had realized it. Â
If the past was changeable, sheâd fix it; not by staying but by telling someone her plans. Changing the past didnât matter though -- the past was the past. She had to worry about fixing the present and the future.
She loved Goldenrod City, visiting brought back many lovely memories of when she first started her journey. She enjoyed everything the city had to offer, except for the Game Corner. No matter how many times she tried the brunette always lost and she hated that, other than that, she had no other reason to dislike the place.
The only reason she agreed to go there on her day off was because he had invited her.
After she came back from her trip, Lyraâs grandparents told her how worried Silver was the whole time she was gone. It broke her heart listening to her grandparents as they told her the story of how often he would come by and the look that appeared on his for a couple seconds (which he would always try to hide but the old couple was very perceptive) when they told him she wasnât back and she hasnât called. That day she made a promise to never make him worry like that again.
The lemonade from the Department Storeâs sixth floor vending machines was her favorite drink and she wanted Silver to enjoy it just as much as she did. As he purchased coins, the brunette saw this as her window of opportunity.
She swiftly made her way out of the Game Corner and ran towards the other building in hopes that she wouldnât be gone for too long. Everything happened so fast; she pushed through the glass doors, ran up six flights of stairs, bought two cans of lemonade, got in the elevator, Â jogged in place and, ran out of the building. Â
Now back in the Game Corner, Lyra placed her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath. Never again would she be able to accomplish a trip like that in such a short amount of time. Lyra looked up, brown eyes locked with red ones.
âIâm s-sorry!â Her face turned bright red, as she fixed her disheveled pigtails. She didn't expect him to be mad. She was trying to do a nice gesture. âI ran to the department store to buy us some lemonade! I thought maybe you would be thirsty later. Iâm sorry ⊠I didnât mean to upset you.â
