The temple was completely abandoned; rats and snakes cherished in the ruins.
Now it’s just Rattatas and Arboks.
He was his world. He loved him dearly. He was his other half, the one who completed his soul. He gazed into his eyes, knowing he had everything he could ever ask for.
Then, a gunshot fired.
A gunshot of celebration.
It was the day of their wedding.
(A dedication to the souls who were shot in Orlando today, this is the only gunshot you actually deserve. Not fatal ones. Fuck homophobes. #RIP)