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Months after her episode of heartbreak and betrayal, Misty stopped
trusting everyone. Heartbreak can make you feal many things, most which
make no sense. She got the false impression that all boys were like Tim,
only caring about themselves. She soon forgot about the boy who helped
her at the dance. Completely alienating herself from the world,
would only communicate with other trainers, then quickly walk away after
a battle.
She wouldn’t even listen to her parents. If anyone was worse
off mentally than Misty, it would be her mother. She would try to see what
could possibly be wrong, only to hear the slam of a door which stopped
right in front of her. Watching your own daughter drown her face with tears
is very hard on a mother. Every mother wishes the best for her daughters.
They try to protect them, make them feel good, and while they wouldn’t
admit it, spoil them.
Misty’s mother was no different. She would try to get her to
talk, and before she could explain how it would feel better, Misty would
walk out the door to run to her secret spot in the forest, the big tree
that hangs over the lake.
She was always able to go to her spot and just think. The calm
lake cleared her mind most the times. But, occasionally, while letting
her pokémon swim in the lake, she would look at how much fun they
were having. She looked and saw how free they were. Even though they were
under the control of someone, in a way, they were still free. They were
free from fear. They had nothing to fear, for they knew that someone was
there to protect them.
There wasn’t anyone to protect Misty. No one to protect her from
all the evils she feared. While she was probably physically
capable of defending herself, she didn’t have the strength to protect her
feelings. She was very vulnerable to opinion.
And so, after realizing her self-cautiousness, and how no one
could protect her, she would cry. She would sit their and cry about how
defenseless she was. With her head in her arms, she would cry till it hurt.
No one to come and calm her down, except for her pokémon. But, though
they would try, they couldn’t give her words of encouragement. They could
only sit and stare, and watch as she would swipe at them to leave. She
couldn’t be cheered up. And
so, she would just sit their alone.
Many times, when the moon came up, Misty would still be at her
spot. Her mother would get worried, fearing that Misty had killed herself,
an action Misty had considered more than one time. But, she would always
come home, walk right by her by now cold dinner, and march up to her room.
She would turn off the light, and put her head in her pillow. Often, her
mother would come in and try again to find out what’s wrong, only to either
be ignored, or
fall for Misty’s fake sleeping routine.
By now, her father, who was never really interested in Misty,
distracted by his other daughters success, had joined in the hunt to hear
the whole story. He too didn’t get anywhere. Not realizing the troubles
that women could go through, he just thought she was looking for attention,
and began to pay attention only to his other daughters again.
Her sudden loss of love from her father just made it worse. She
thought about suicide many times, but would never come closer than that.
Lucky for her, she would hold on just long enough. Her life would take
its second dramatic turn, but this time for the better.
While sitting at her spot in the woods, she tried as hard as she
could not to think about her life. She had just filled in for her sisters
in the Cerulean city gym, and had won. She never thought she could be a
gym leader. But, of course, she never would be. That one time was just
an attempt from her family to cheer her up, after a few nights ago, when
she didn’t come back until the next morning.
Her pokémon were swimming in the lake, as usual. This
time, she was staring at them, and thought about how good of a trainer
she would’ve had to have been to have raised them so well.
Soon, she heard voices. She thought it was someone of her family,
but as they came closer, one became high and full of joy, the other slightly
low and serious. It couldn’t have been her family.
As voices turned to bodies, she had brought back her pokémon
and hid behind a tree. They were laughing about their latest pokémon
victory. Misty was more confident about herself now, and decided to come
out from behind her hiding spot.
"So, you’re a pokémon trainer?" She said in a raspy voice.
Apparently, she wasn’t as confident as she thought she was. Luckily, the
trainer was so surprised he didn’t realize how she said it.
"Yeah, I’m a trainer. My name is Ash. I’m going to become the
best pokémon trainer ever!" At this, his friend rolled his eyes.
Misty had finally been able to talk with other people, and had for once,
laughed.
"Well, come on. I’ll…challenge…you." Misty said, trying to sound
as confident as she could. "Staryu, go!" She threw the ball, and a surprised
Staryu came out. It hadn’t seen other humans in this part of the woods
in a long time.
"Alright, Pikachu, go!" Ash cried out. The Pikachu standing next
to Ash’s leg jumped out, staring down the Staryu. But, breathing heavily,
ran back behind Ash’s leg, and collapsed.
"I think he’s too tired, Ash." Said Brock, the one who was walking
with Ash. Ash tried begging with Pikachu to go, earlier in the week learning
that electric pokémon were strong against water. Giving up, he stood
up.
"Alright then, Butterfree, go!" Butterfree appeared out of the
ball released from Ash’s hand. It soared a while, than fluttered its wings,
raising a little higher. Misty admired the beauty of the Butterfree, but
then started to focus again on match ahead of her.
"Staryu, tackle!" She called. She had practiced Staryu’s aim
before the night at the dance, but since then, had forgot about it. It
jumped up, and in an awkward way, started to spin upwards towards the Butterfree.
Unable to focus itself at its target, Butterfree was easily dodged
it, causing it to spin towards the ground, and improperly land.
"Ha. Butterfree, stun spore!" The Butterfree floated above the
Staryu, and started releasing light brown spores from it’s wings. They
floated down and landed on Staryu and the ground around it. Misty was very
worried. She hadn’t met someone like this. Everyone else she would battle
would’ve been starting to look upon Misty’s pokémon as superior
beings by now. Now, she looked at her Staryu, realizing that it could barely
move, urged it on.
"Staryu, jump in the water!" she directed. The Staryu jumped
in the water, staying down their for awhile. It was able to regenerate
it’s strength while the tingling feeling from the spores finally started
to wear off. Once again, it went up for a tackle, feeling that he needed
to take control of this battle into his own hands. Misty had, in a way,
neglected her pokémon, and the Staryu felt that she had lost a little
of her training skills.
Ash couldn’t help but be surprised by what had happened. He never
seen a pokémon doing something on its own. He was so awe-stricken,
he called Butterfree to do a move, but the only thing that came out was
air. He couldn’t think of a move, and that pause caused Butterfree to be
unable to move, still waiting for a command. The Staryu hit the Butterfree
right on, and soon Butterfree fell onto the ground.
"Staryu, water gun, now!" Misty called out, also surprised. The
Staryu landed, and unleashed a spray of water, soaking the Butterfree,
sending it back to Ash’s feat.
Ash knelt down, and bent over the fallen pokémon. He gently
shook it, trying to see if it was ok. Brock also came over to see if it
was ok. They both knelt over it, waiting to see a sign of life.
"Come on, please, Butterfree, wake up. Please." Ash begged.
Misty, who at one time stood triumphant at her quick victory over the Boy
who she thought was a very good trainer, had now started worrying for the
Butterfree, and for what would happen to the trainer. Normally, she would
see a trainer that would say ‘Get back up’ or calling it names. But this
trainer was different. He was very caring towards his pokémon. She
thought about how he was such
a caring pokémon trainer. He was probably caring in real life
too. As the Butterfree opened its eyes, and let out a long silent of sorrow
to his master, Ash replied. "Hey, it’s ok. Calm down, you’re ok now."
Suddenly, Misty realized something. It was like having Deja-vu.
That caring voice. That sorrowful, yet caring voice. Was it him? Was he
the one at the dance? No, what were the chances. But she had to find out.
"Where are you from?" Misty said, before realizing that Ash was
still sheltering his Butterfree. Brock looked up, and was about to talk
about the timing of the question, till he too remembered that face. That
happy, yet confused face. After Ash put Butterfree back into the pokéball,
he realized Brock was staring at Misty, and Misty at himself.
"Hey, what’s wrong with you guys.?" Ash said. He still didn’t
get it. Soon, Brock whispered something loud enough into Ash’s ear for
Misty to hear, but so full with wonder, she didn’t.
Finally, Ash understood. He stood up, and stared Misty in the
eyes. Misty stared back, and a slight smile grew on her face.
"Are you the…" They both said at the same time, placing the final
piece of the puzzle. Misty’s eyes started to tear, but she didn’t care.
They weren’t tears of sadness…
She ran up to Ash, wrapped her arms around him, and leaned her
head on his shoulder. She cried more than she had ever cried before. Ash
put his arms around her, not even realizing the tears running down his
arm, too moved over the joy of it all.
She had felt something she had been dying to feel for such a
long time. She had finally met the person who she had always loved, not
even knowing who he was. She had longed to meet him, thinking about him
till she couldn’t even remember his blurry image.
Ash had the same things come to mind also. Ever since the dance,
he had always been thinking about meeting her again. She was beautiful
through his own eyes, with her hair done, and dress all nice or not.
Now or before, he was thankful to be able to be this close to her now.
He put his chin on the head, and thanked God for this moment.
The two stood their for what they would remember for hours. Brock
lacked the ability to break the two up, feeling happy that his best friend
had finally found the girl he had been talking about and had dreamed about
all this time.
The sun soon fell. After a few hours of discussing how they both
longed to meet the other, they both decided they had to go. Her arm wrapped
around him and her head on his shoulder, she stared at the fire Brock had
made. They both talked about how they wishes that the moment could last
forever. Brock put his stuff together, put out the fire, and knowing Ash
and him they had to get back to their houses soon, and started along the
way. He was ready to
turn to tell Ash that it was getting late, but Ash would know better
than to stay the night. He left the two alone, and headed down the trail.
Misty, seeing Brock leave, knew that Ash would have to leave
soon. She picked her head off his shoulder, and held his hands.
"Well, I think you have to go. I wish you could stay longer,
but…" Misty’s voice trailed off. Ash knew what she meant.
They stared into each others eyes. They both had finally met
real love. This was a feeling they had never really felt before. They both
stood up, Ash helping Misty to her feet. She didn’t want to leave. She
wanted to stay there forever. But, she had to let him go. While she knew
she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep, she knew that if she did, she would
probably see Ash the next day.
Ash, leaning over to Misty, kissed her on the cheek goodnight.
And with that, he picked up his stuff, and walked down the trail.
Misty stood there for a few moments after he was out of view
with a smile on her face. Not for what had just happened, but what would
still be to come. She knew that her life had started a new beginning, and
this time, she would live it to the best of her abilities.
The spot she stood would no longer just be her spot. Misty’s
secrets are rarely exposed. Whether it be the location of her spot where
she goes to be alone, or who she longed to meet, they aren’t told often.
But when they are, the result would always point towards the best.
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