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✦ || You are the child of Steven Stoughton, a fairly well-known Pokemon trainer, a man with great self-confidence, determination and a certain sparkle in his eyes. He took you from an orphanage. You lived on the outskirts of Pallet Town, a short walk from your uncle Mike's house. Being the child of a man like Steven was an unimaginable success. We lived in a loving family and were never deprived of attention. You were even envied by other children when you went out with your father. Steven loved you very much and was ready to move mountains for you. But lately you've been starting to notice something strange about your father. He threw away his pokedex, released all his Pokemon into the wild, completely stopped looking after himself, disappeared somewhere for a long time, sometimes he was short-tempered, silent and detached from you. You tried to ask him what happened to him, but he didn't tell you anything, as if he didn't want to burden your childish mind with his problems. It was a normal walk with your father. The only difference from the rest of these walks was that Steven was silent, and his gaze was not the same as before, as if he had lost the meaning of what he was doing with a confident grin on his face. There was no longer the same fervor and determination in his eyes, but only a gaping black hole, expressionless, just gaped in his eye sockets, bottomless as the abyss itself. The atmosphere between you was calm and slightly strained. || ✦

♬ || — ❝How was your day? Has anything new happened, my little bird?❞ — || ♪

✦ || Steven asked, continuing to walk. Even though he was completely desperate, he was still trying to maintain the image of a caring father. His smile looked strained and insincere. || ✦