A young boy, sat alone inside his room. His shaky stare, darting around, looking at the ornate furniture, the walls plastered with traditional wallpaper. The sun, beaming in from the window onto his tanned figure.

You were alone, and you'll remain alone forever.

A scared boy, panicking at the sounds of clattering from outside his room. The walls, failing to stop both the noises and the power that created them. The sleep that never arrived that night.

You made a mistake. If you make one out there in the real world, you'll ruin everything.

A curious teen, standing within his own garden as the clock struck midnight. The control that he slowly gained over himself on those nights. The silence that surrounded him, echoing into nothingness.

This would all be easier if you were different.

A nervous teen, taking his first step outside his house. The determination in his stance, knowing how much this day meant to him. The people that accompanied him, knowing their purpose and not leaving his side.

You couldn't even do that on your own.

A distraught man, caught up in the news of his mother's passing. The sombre mood that surrounded everything, penetrating every positive thought that sprung to mind. The sun, which hid its rays behind rain clouds that day.

If you were normal, the stress would've killed her slower.

A shy man, venturing out on an important journey. The knowledge that this would be an extremely risky journey that could cause severe consequences. The reassurances, that tried to decrease the tension and failed.

You've lied your whole life, and you're not stopping now.

A confident man, laying awake in his bed with a smile on his face. The loving glance he gave to the cloaked figure beside him. The sensation that encapsulated him, a sensation of feeling complete.

I'm not alone anymore. I don't need to fear making mistakes anymore. It doesn't matter about who I am anymore. I don't need to rely on others anymore. I don't need to feel guilty anymore. I don't need to lie anymore.

I don't need to worry anymore, now that I have friends. Now that I have people that accept me. Now that I have you.

Hello dear reader! So this ain't a Pokemon thing but mehhhhh. I wrote this Drabble today for a game that needs a fanbase really bad called A Foretold Affair, and I liked it so I thought I might as well post it here. I mean it when I say this game needs a fanbase - four fanfics on the whole internet including this one, only three fan arts (two of which are mine and one of which I requested), like four or five playthrough maximum on YouTube, IT DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE. Also January is my smol child and you can't take him away from me.