I don't write. And yet... This story is the light I dreamed for myself in the long dark. I told myself that someday I'd write it out so that perhaps it could lighten someone else's darkness, as so many stories have done for me.
I'm sorry if I don't write it very well.
In the beginning I always put myself in her place, but eventually I realized that she is more what I want to be, and he is closer to what I am.
And yet, I loved him in those dreams.
Pikachu belongs to The Pokémon Company. Any other resemblance to people and places is coincidental.
So, in a place and time that don't exist, with names and details borrowed from other times and places:
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