GENGAR

You cast me aside like a weak Pokémon, a middle form, stalled—unable to evolve. I was left in the darkest place I’d ever known: a cold, empty room with no light, no sound. I waited for you. I found a seat and sat in silence, time stretching into eternity. But you never returned. Loyal to the very last heartbeat, my love soured, festering until it curdled into hate. “I will do whatever I must to prove you wrong,” I swore— and so I did. It no longer mattered whether you saw, or even knew. The act itself was enough. I chose growth over anger, rebirth over revenge, and when I rose again, I was transformed— like Haunter becoming Gengar, shadow and power intertwined.