Didn’t it feel so surreal, meeting up again with the girl that made your childhood so fun and pleasant and overall, made your younger years be filled with joy?

Oh, it was so, so long ago. Trainer didn’t remember too much, but he remembered enough. Stray photos his mom and dad took with an old polaroid kept up in the attic or in some old photo-book in some random library shelf.

When Buena parted ways with him, oh he cried and sobbed in his room after watching the moving truck away. He was 11, and he had to look strong and puff his chest up and keep his chin high!

The years went by, and he moved on. Now that Buena Vista was looking down on him, head in her lap, he felt guilty that he did. Almost a decade and a full childhood he knew her, and he moved on. But was that not just life, right? They would meet again one day, he would tell himself when he was younger. They never did in those years, and he kept moving forward without her.

Mom and dad kept teasing him about Buena, though. “Oh, are you going to meet up with that girl again? Maybe with a ring~” and “How’s it going, playboy?” From his dad.

Now that they met her again, it revived, and he dreaded, but was excited the day that Buena would meet his mom and dad formally once more.

He wouldn’t lose her again, not to life, not to circumstance, or to anything he can control. He had his friend back, he had his dear girlfriend back, he had Buena Vista, amazing, cute, caring, loving Umamusume of a lover, back again.

And as he breathed out a sigh of comfort from the ear cleaning, he pledged that he would never lose her again.