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He must come back
Please
Make him stay
I need to feel it again
It is solitary here
I will soon break without him
He is the only one who can help me
Please, don't take him away
It was enough to make the brown eyed boy jump off the bed.
That dream again. Looked around.
Pikachu seemed to sleep as serene as Ash wished to be.
It is obvious that he will not go back to dreamland, even tomorrow's schedule has everything to be devastating.
Passed the bedroom's door, the corridor adorned by paintings suspended on the wall, to observe light coming out of a room's door cracks.
He usually does what he can to not disturb Goh, even the man always warns him that he will never be a disturbance.
The trainer could only watch his back.
He seemed to be concentrated, checking the data collected in his recent field research. Turned around.
"Honey, what happened?" There was a hand holding his arm.
He wrapped his arms around Ash, hugging his back and enjoying the little difference in their heights to plant a kiss in the cheek.
There was an atrict, thanks to the beards that insist on growing. It was lovely.
"A lot." Came a in a howl "A lot will happen.",
You, the person I love the most, will die soon.
Ash, who was born with the ability of experiencing prophetic dreams, can do nothing but shed his eyes in tears and repress the screams of horror. He knows, by his own experience, that no one can escape destiny.