Heath reacted quickly and caught the fluffy thing as it fell. He had seen it before; it was what Ralts had been knitting. It looked like a scarf, but in Heath's hands, it looked more like a handkerchief, since it was still square. Heath rubbed it between his fingers. The workmanship was decent. Although it was a little amateurish and not good enough for a department store, it was already taking shape, like a girl who had just fallen in love and had little skill shyly knitting a scarf for her sweetheart. Although the workmanship might not be great, the feelings woven into it were what Heath valued most.
"...Sigh." Heath let out a long sigh, then put the scarf in his pocket. Ralts was gone. Looking at the empty bedroom and listening to Zoroark and the others crying, Heath felt much more downcast himself. People said humans were creatures prone to regret, and Heath felt quite regretful at that moment. If he could, Heath wanted to wish Ralts back to life. That way, Ralts could stay with him forever.
But Heath also knew that, now that he knew what Ralts wanted, even if he really had another chance to decide on his wish, he would still wish for Ralts to fulfill her wish and then see her mother. After all, for little Ralts, being with her mother was what mattered most.
"Come on, let's go wash up. Today is a day worth celebrating. Although Ralts is gone, her wish has come true, and she can be with her mother now." Heath forced a smile, though his smile looked a little unsettling at that moment. Zoroark and the others did not notice, however, and followed Heath out in low spirits.
"Parting really is a sorrowful thing." As soon as he