❁ Daisy & Bill
Goodbye was always the hardest – she knew that very well. The Ninetails squirmed in her grasp, unwilling to re-enter her pokéball because she knew what was coming. Daisy knew as well, the empty holster in one hand as she tried to coax the fire-type out from underneath the couch, her patience wearing thin and desperate at how quickly she wanted to remove the creature from her sight.
"We're going to see Bill, okay?"
At the mention of the familiar name, the pokémon let out a jubilant yelp and leapt into her trainer's hands, sloppy tongue demonstrating how excited it was to meet the man once again; the other she had considered to be family, friend, master's other half.. The brunette allowed a wan smile as a flash of red enveloped the creature, a small kiss planted atop the loved-out pokéball in her custody.
It doesn't take long to reach the familiar apartment, and somehow she wonders if the decision to put their relationship on hold was a good one. With a flying pokémon, it would take an half, or at an hour to reach each other's houses, but in-between work and life and juggling expectations and over-time and failed research on both sides, the end was imminent. With the pokéball still in her hand, she lays one final peck on the red-and-white exterior before gingerly placing it within the tiny fenced-up compound (also known as Bill's garden).
Daisy lingers for a moment, the urge to turn-back to retrieve her abandoned companion suddenly becoming so overbearing she has to stop to take a breather. Don't turn back, she tells herself, lest you turn into a pillar in your own moment of weakness.
Don't turn back.