<Patrick's Point Of All-Important Returnfultastic View>
I walked into the Eevee House for the first time in who knew how long. Would anyone remember me? It had been the second time I had left, and the second time that I felt like I needed to return. Before I left, I had given my Eevee, Umbra, to another trainer. I wanted to make sure he had a home since I was worried I'd have to leave again.
My pokemon followed me in, in a single file line. Mittens, my Mareep. Sapphire, my Seel. Typar, my Sneasel. Campbelle, my Chansey. Archae, my Lileep. Phear, my Spheal. Rayea, my Mantine, who was in an orb I had made, filled with water so that she could be on dry land with her friends. Rory, my Houndour. Jessie, my Koffing. Zen, my Squirtle. Adamantia, my Torkoal. Remy, my Smeargle. Broadway, my Jigglypuff. And Swoop, my Taillow. I was holding an egg with my new Eevee in it. I was curious as to why it hadn't hatched. That was partly why I returned.
I had suspected for a while that the egg hadn't hatched because I wasn't happy. No matter where I went or what I did, I was never happy. I did some reasearch on Eevees and eggs with my laptop. I found my answer.
Eevees are a very unique pokemon. Yeah, they can evolve into at least 5 different pokemon, but that isn't all. They are directly connected with the heart and soul of their trainers, whomever they may be. If the trainer is happy, they are happy. If the trainer is sad, they are sad. If the trainer is a suicidal maniac with tendencies to drown their sorrow with alcohol... Well, let's not get into that. My point is, I was right. My egg didn't hatch because I wasn't happy. I knew deep down that the first time I was truly happy was when I adopted Mittens, over a year ago. But adopting pokemon wasn't the only thing that made me happy. I had friends whom I had left behind. Gabi, for one. But there were many. I was afraid that I had lost them all when I had told them a long time ago that I had lied about who I really was. That
was back when I went under the name Chris Kerkin. But I still had friends. No-one abandoned me.
And I was wrong to abandon them by leaving. But I was back now. I was back for good.