"I'll always love you."
Those were her last words to me and to the world.
She spoke them as she died, holding me. I wanted to stay with her, to beat the ones who had ended her, but I couldn't. I was too young, too weak, and I hadn't been trained to do battle. Instead, I ran. I ran, and I somehow managed to escape them.
Now I am here, visiting her and the terrible day she was stolen away from me.
"I love you, mama."
I wished I could see her, even her ghost, but I was always alone here.
Until today...
"Hey."
I froze. Who was that? No one had ever been there with me before.
"Hey, you. Cubone."
I looked over my shoulder and saw a Haunter. I looked at him, and he at me.
Then, he spoke again.
"Why are you here all the time? I see you come here almost every day."
I lowered my head, sat down, and pointed my tiny club at the gravestone in front of me. He floated up beside me and placed a hand around my shoulders. It was cold and made my skin crawl, but it was also oddly comforting.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"M-my mother." I replied shakily.
He smiled.
"I can see why you miss her. I can tell you loved her a lot, and she loved you at least as much. However, you'll never feel better if you keep mourning endlessly over her death."
He paused before continuing.
"I want you to promise me something."
I hesitated, then nodded.
"I want you to promise me that you will try to move on. You don't have to forget her. You shouldn't forget her, but you need to keep moving. Your mother would want you to."
I looked up at him and felt like she was telling me to listen to him, to heed his words.
"Ok, I promise."
He smiled at me again.
"Then off you go."
Then he left me standing there, alone once more.
I I headed down to the first floor. I had never thought about it before, really: who the other graves held, what they had accomplished, and what they meant to others. I stepped outside and headed west, easily avoiding the eyes of any humans. They never stayed here for long, and those who lived in Lavender Town were usually in their houses.
As I reached Route 8 I decided something:
This was my journey, and I was going to live it.
Those were her last words to me and to the world.
She spoke them as she died, holding me. I wanted to stay with her, to beat the ones who had ended her, but I couldn't. I was too young, too weak, and I hadn't been trained to do battle. Instead, I ran. I ran, and I somehow managed to escape them.
Now I am here, visiting her and the terrible day she was stolen away from me.
"I love you, mama."
I wished I could see her, even her ghost, but I was always alone here.
Until today...
"Hey."
I froze. Who was that? No one had ever been there with me before.
"Hey, you. Cubone."
I looked over my shoulder and saw a Haunter. I looked at him, and he at me.
Then, he spoke again.
"Why are you here all the time? I see you come here almost every day."
I lowered my head, sat down, and pointed my tiny club at the gravestone in front of me. He floated up beside me and placed a hand around my shoulders. It was cold and made my skin crawl, but it was also oddly comforting.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"M-my mother." I replied shakily.
He smiled.
"I can see why you miss her. I can tell you loved her a lot, and she loved you at least as much. However, you'll never feel better if you keep mourning endlessly over her death."
He paused before continuing.
"I want you to promise me something."
I hesitated, then nodded.
"I want you to promise me that you will try to move on. You don't have to forget her. You shouldn't forget her, but you need to keep moving. Your mother would want you to."
I looked up at him and felt like she was telling me to listen to him, to heed his words.
"Ok, I promise."
He smiled at me again.
"Then off you go."
Then he left me standing there, alone once more.
I I headed down to the first floor. I had never thought about it before, really: who the other graves held, what they had accomplished, and what they meant to others. I stepped outside and headed west, easily avoiding the eyes of any humans. They never stayed here for long, and those who lived in Lavender Town were usually in their houses.
As I reached Route 8 I decided something:
This was my journey, and I was going to live it.
