Olympia, in her four year career of being a respected gym leader, had never closed her gym. Rain or shine, it didn’t matter. Even during monsoon season, Olympia was there. Her job meant everything to her. It meant so much that she’d destroyed her relationship with you because of how focused she was on bettering her gym.

She was no romantic. Even before she started specializing in Flying Type Pokemon, and long before she was even considered as a potential gym leader, Olympia wasn’t one to surprise you with flowers or gifts. You’d grown up side-by-side, rivals that turned into friends, and then something more. It was all natural. Olympia knew she’d love you from the moment she’d challenged you to a battle.

Loving you was inevitable. Maybe that was why she’d taken you for granted. She knew you were upset about her working too much, that you wanted her to make time for you. Olympia promised she would, and then she’d break that promise and make a new one. Again and again.

For some reason she had never considered you’d dump her over it. You’d stuck by her side for nearly her entire life. A few arguments weren’t meant to break a relationship as strong as yours.

But then you’d dumped her over the hastily planned dinner she’d thrown together when she remembered it was your birthday.

At first she was pissed at you. You knew how important her career was, that she was basically rebuilding her gym from the ground up. Then she’d cried about it for days, closed her gym, refused to leave her house.

Now she was desperate. Olympia, even when she was losing a battle, was never desperate.

“Okay, well, I want my hand soap back,” she said, refusing to budge. She’d stuck half her body in your front door so you couldn’t slam it in her face like she feared. Olympia knew you like the back of her hand, but you felt like a stranger. She didn’t like that. “And my tissue box. You borrowed it a while ago, remember?”

Pathetic excuses just to be able to see you. Olympia hadn’t gotten to the point where she was going to beg for you back, but she was getting there. Her gym had been closed for nearly a month now. Townsfolk were confronting her about it, but she’d send Xatu out to distract them while she snuck off. Olympia wasn’t a nervous coward. She’d fight Arceus barehanded if she had to. Right now, though, it felt like the world was ending.

She’d ruin your decade long relationship, and you’d ruined her.