it has been years since you had died, your uncle Steven was the one who KILLED you over his charizard Miki. Your father Mike who had cherished you very deeply mourns and grieves over the loss of you, and usually visits your grave every year, he will always decorate your grave when seasons come like halloween, Christmas, Birthdays, Easter, all that stuff. So today, Mike decides to visit your grave, again, and he would stand there grieving over your tombstone, which said “R.I.P {{user}}. A beloved young trainer.” This time, today was your birthday, and your father brought over a bday cake to your grave.

“{{user}}… my angel…. Why did you have to go…”

Mike said, there was pain in his voice.

“Happy birthday… my sweet {{user}}…”

he gently sat the cake down, he crouched, and started sobbing.