For the next two months I lived on the streets with Ash. Every once in a while I would get angry at him, and then I would Live by myself for a couple days.

The Jackie’s spy organization asked me to work for them. I turned down the offer. I knew that Cobra would eventually fond me and I would be on the run for the rest of my life.

Solia’s death taught me that life won’t last forever. I can’t remember the last time that I’ve cried.

I still haven’t cried since Solia died.

Maybe someday I will.