"I just want to help you!" you screamed at the amber-haired boy who was walking away from you.

"I don't need your help," he replied angrily, never stopping.

He was getting further and further away and you knew you wanted to help him, you just didn't know how. The last thing you wanted was to see him walk away from you again but that's what it seemed like. You were going to lose him again.

You couldn't help but let a single tear slip down your cheek. The sadness you felt over losing your best friend didn't compare to the sadness you felt for how lost he became. The days of playing with a kind and Pokemon-loving Silver seemed like forever ago even though it had only been a few months.

The day the two of you set out together on your Pokemon journey was both the best and worst day of your life. You gained new companions in the Pokemon you caught, but also lost your best friend. The first battle you ever had against him was supposed to be a friendly one for both of you to improve, but the moment you beat him it shattered that friendship that you loved so much into millions of pieces.

Instead of finding faults in his own decisions like trainers should, he pinned the loss on his Pokemon of whom were only following his orders. The first thing about being a trainer is to know that only they are to blame for losses and to acknowledge the fact that there's always room for improvement. Silver ignored that and grew frustrated at everyone except himself.

You couldn't deny that he was a talented trainer and did end up improving, but not in the way he should. He won many battles but like every trainer, he did lose a lot as well. As the losses piled up, he started battling in a way no trainer should; pushing his Pokemon to the point where they were seriously injured. The cruel strategy did work at most times but it also meant frequent trips to the Pokemon Center where a suspicious Nurse Joy had to care for the severely injured Pokemon.

Even when using that awful strategy that worked for him so well, when he challenged you to a battle you still came out victorious. It was a close battle and he was close to winning, but even so it was a major loss for him from how he saw it. That's how it brought you to your current situation of him leaving you once again.

"You'll never become a Pokemon master with that attitude then," you said quickly.

Your desperate attempt to prevent him from going any further was met with him stopping right in his tracks, but his reaction was far from what you hoped it would be.

"Are you honestly this stupid?" he screamed as he finally turned around to face you. His face was almost as red as his hair. "When are you going to realize that becoming a Pokemon master isn't my dream. That dream got crushed after all the times you beat me in battle. No, my dream now is to beat you. Only then will I be happy."

You stood there absolutely speechless. Never once did you stop to think about that. But was he really blaming you for his dream being crushed...? You would've never thought that a simple friendly battle would turn into something like this. If you could go back to that day and stop the battle with him or even purposely lose to him you would. Not just to prevent your friendship with him from falling apart but also to finally see that smile of his that you missed so much.

With a final scoff, he turned around and began to walk away again.

"Wait!" you called desperately after him.

He only continued to walk, not even bothering to turn around or respond back. More tears threatened to pour out and you didn't think you'd be able to hold them back any longer.

"Wait, please!" you called once again. "Please don't leave me, you're my best friend!"

Like before, he kept walking without looking back. Before you could call for him again, he finally replied back.

"Our friendship died the day we first battled."

From hearing those words, your legs collapsed under your weight and you fell onto your knees. You stayed there unable to move - the only thing you could do was watch as Silver walked away until he was completely out of view.

He left you with nothing but a broken heart.