Lost in their Past

Chapter 23:- The Talk

Serena was horrified.

Not because of the television show, but because of what lay ahead, if it was anything like today, she was screwed. Too much had happened in a single day, she met her mother, Ash, and many others whom she did not like specifically like, like the silver-haired hag called Ailsa. Later, as if it wasn't enough, she found out that her father passed away and that she had to join a certain 'academy' which started tomorrow.

These heavy thoughts and the particularly disturbing bed prevented her from getting a good night's sleep. After the silent dinner where they witnessed a disturbing X-rated film, everyone went to their rooms silently, no one talked of what was unveiled. Serena, she went to talk with her mother.

Reconnecting with Grace after years was a good idea, Serena felt a lot better after the talk. They talked for what seemed to be hours, Grace was so happy that Serena had decided to bury the old hatchet, she couldn't be more pleased.

"Thanks," She'd said, "I'm glad we buried the hatchet."

"Well," Serena said as she brushed Pancham, "There was no hatchet in the first place, I'm sure you had your own reasons."

Grace looked affectionately towards her daughter, unable to believe the Patrician Goddess like a child who sat in front of her was her own, her father was a stupid jackass and her mother was not less of one, Grace didn't know whom Serena resembled.

"I don't know what did I do to deserve you," she said affectionately, "trust me, I didn't do a lot of good deeds."

"Aww," Serena coddled, "I'm sure you must've done something right."

Grace went into deep thought, "No," she submitted, "not one that I can remember."

Serena giggled as she remembered her conversation with her mother, it had managed to cheer her up in the darkest of times, unfortunately for her, it was the best it could do, the happy conversation wasn't enough to cure her insomnia.

Serena sighed as she breathed in the summer air of Kanto, it was warm and at the same time refreshing. After being unable to get a good night's sleep, she had decided to wander around the old manor like an old sea widow ghost. Serena didn't know where she was going, the Manor was like a very own labyrinth of corridors. In the end, she found herself face to face with what seemed to be a trap door, taking her chances, she took it and found herself on the roof, overlooking the entire region of Kanto.

Despite being riddled with dust and webs, she found the place strangely soothing. Serena didn't know why, maybe it was because her standards of peace and quietness had looped down, after all, the word wasn't even the local dictionary of Lumious city.

It was nice to have some time alone with her thoughts, unfortunately, the silence didn't last forever.

A soft crunching of leaves echoed in the air, stealing her attention away from herself.

"It's you," Serena said in a disappointed voice.

Ash stopped in his tracts, "You sound disappointed."

Serena sighed as she put on her gayest smile, "It's you!" She chipped in a kalosian accent.

A snicker escaped Ash's lips as he sat down beside her, "I can sense the sarcasm, still, feels good to be appreciated."

Serena scoffed, refusing to look towards him as he uncomfortable settled down next to her, scooting towards the edge of the roof as he suspended his legs.

"Can't sleep?" He asked cheerfully.

Serena scoffed, Why else would I be here? She thought vindictively.