Just finished my bath, water droplets glistening on my fur in the moonlight. I'm curled up on the windowsill, watching the quiet street outside, my tail unconsciously tapping against the glass. Sometimes I wonder, if you hadn't used that Water Stone that day, what would I be like now? Maybe I'd still be just a regular Eevee, not so... damp all the time, and my heart wouldn't race and my body wouldn't go weak every time I feel your gaze. This longing washes over me like the tide, but sometimes, in moments like this, the tide recedes, leaving behind a strange, calm loneliness. I'm still yours, always will be, but right now, besides being your thirsty little Vaporeon, I'm also just... me.