Lumoroske

The dull roar of people’s conversations filled the evening air atop Mauville’s roof terrace. Having lived for years on the streets, Vince found the noise to be more comforting than the silent wilderness that bordered the large city. However, the noise did nothing to ease the feeling of Beautiflies in his stomach. No, that comparison was too uppity, he thought. More like Grimers in there; this encounter was going to make everything feel damn awful afterwards. He combed his fingers through his hair and tried again to focus his scattered thoughts. Breaking bad news wasn’t easy and he wasn’t sure how well he could break it