Mewtwo Part 1Artemis sighed and frowned ever so slightly as he stood right outside of his door on his farm in Rapture Retreat, it was still morning though it was soon leading into noon. The ghost had woken up at the crack of dawn, even though with this new body his problem of Insomnia faded away, it was still integrated in his mindset to not sleep much. Not that Artemis cared too much about it, he is dead afterall, though dreams were always a nice thing to have. Though this morning his normal rituals seem to feel wrong. Being someone that is one part of the spiritual world, one part of the material one. Artemis is quite superstitious, more so he greatly believes in omens and signs. This morning there were several bad omens.
The first one could technically be said to be from the day before. It was a nightmare, a waterfall of tea and a woman bathing into it, Artemis did not see any details about the woman though her silhouette seemed familiar. Before he could get a better look the woman or eve
I’m sorry. Such a simple sentence but with so many meanings and so simple to turn up emotions. Heartfelt apologies to admit to the mistakes you have made, a sentence showing your empathy with another person who is in a bad situation, a goodbye.. In all my years there are simple sentences like these, yet two pop out. I’m sorry and… I love you. Sadly, for what I have seen, these two generally go hand in hand.
“It is raining.” Perhaps idiotic of me to say, off course it is raining, the raindrops falling onto my skin, sliding down each line, each scar before dripping on the ground that I am laying on. The soft sizzling sounds surrounding me as nature and my flames fight, my flames fighting an ever losing battle it seems. I turn my head and feel the wet ground touching my cheek, the sticky mud and water of a evergrowing puddle embracing the dead skin, yet skin in which I may still feel. I do not care and merely watch