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The two met there day after day. Misty would leave her house early
in the morning, often even skipping breakfast. After putting all the food
that they would share on their daily picnics, she would kiss her mom good-bye,
and walk out the door humming a song to herself, randomly making up the
notes.
No longer did Misty’s mom worry about her. She could tell Misty
was out of her temporary stage. Misty’s smile was sort of contagious. Misty
would walk out the door smiling, and so her mom would smile the rest of
the day. Misty’s mom wouldn’t ask what Misty was always so happy about.
She’s a mother, and after growing up with three martially successful daughters,
she could tell just by the way Misty acted what was happening. While she
was scared for
Misty’s safety, she also knew that Misty wasn’t like other girls, and
could probably defend herself when needed, and make the right choice if
the citation were ever to come.
After a few days of meeting in spot in the forest, they gradually
grew from first time lovers to skilled sweethearts. Misty would arrive
to see Ash with his hair combed, (which was quite unusual for him) and
a bouquet of flowers he obviously picked off the trail in his hand. Misty
would accept the flowers, and put them next to her as they sat down on
the blanket. Often, they would lie down, hold hands, and look at
the sky. They could sit there for
hours if they wanted to. If it was a cold day, which was Misty’s favorite
type of day, they would snuggle up and wrap a blanket around them. Misty
had heard about all the things some boys had tried to do to her sisters.
She started off scared being so close to Ash, but soon got over it. She
realized that being scared brought her more trust in being with Ash than
she would’ve had if she never was scared.
Every day for about a month, the two would meet. Brock never
came, realizing that he had no business there. Soon, they both realized
the tragic effects of there love. They both loved pokémon. Ash’s
dream was to become the greatest pokémon master there ever was.
His three rivals were well along their way, and ash had fallen behind.
He hadn’t fought with his pokémon in a long time. Misty had the
same story. One day, they had a discussion about this.
While Ash told his story of his dream, Misty told him how it could
be true.
The two sat on the blanket, looking up in the sky, as they always
would. Misty for some reason just wanted to talk. Normally, she liked it
better just lying there.
"Ash, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Misty asked.
"Well…" Ash said, stalling. He hadn’t really thought about it in a
long time. "I always had a dream to become a pokémon master. But,
I probably don’t have a chance." He really didn’t think he did. He almost
gave up putting a lot of the effort into it after he found out how far
his biggest rival, Gary, was doing. Gary was already on his way to getting
his fourth badge, when Ash was getting his second.
"Oh come on, what are you talking about. You could do it. You’re
a very good trainer." Misty said, thinking back to their battle. She firmly
believed that he could become a pokémon master.
Ash did his put-his-hand-behind-his-head thing, and laughed.
"Ah, you’re just saying that." Misty really wasn’t just saying it. She
really believed it. But, then again, she could just be saying that without
even knowing it, because she doesn’t want to upset her him , even though
she knew whatever she said Ash would understand, and probably wouldn’t
get mad. Ash continued after he stopped laughing.
"Well, if I were to become a pokémon master, I would have
to continue fighting and collecting pokémon, which I am thinking
of doing, but…" Ash left himself trail off, starting a sentence he
didn’t know how to finish without trying to sound stupid.
"But what?" Misty asked. Ash sat up, and folded his hands in
front of him, resting his elbows on his knees. Misty also sat up.
"Misty, I don’t want to leave you." Ash said shamefully. He stared
up at the sky. Misty stared as if trying to see through Ash’s head, trying
to find out what he was thinking. She saw only that Ash wanted to embark
on his journey again.
With that, the two went silent. Misty didn’t know what to say,
and Ash already said all he could. They once again started to lye down.
They would look at the clouds pass by for hours before they would have
to leave.
Misty went home that night, and thought about what she would say
the next day. She sat there in bed thinking if she should ask Ash if she
would go. She didn’t understand Ash enough to know if he would let her
come along. She almost laughed at herself, thinking "Of course he would
let me come, why wouldn’t he?"
She decided that she would have to do what she thought she never
would.
Misty sat in the kitchen, drinking hot chocolate with her mother.
She had woken her mother up and asked to talk. Her mother thought this
was her only chance to finally listen. She went downstairs, and Misty discussed
everything that had happened with a glass of hot chocolate.
Misty started with the vague memories she had tried to forget about
at the dance, and continued about how Ash had saved her. She talked all
about the day she met Ash again, and what had happened in the woods that
day. Until she broke the big question.
"Mom, we Ash and I decided how much he loves pokémon training,
and how he wants to continue, but he says that he doesn’t want to leave
me. I want to go with him, but I don’t know how to ask." She took a sip
of her hot chocolate.
Misty’s mother was still dazed about what she heard happened
at the dance. She tried to offer sympathy, but Misty kept saying how she
was ok now that she was with Ash. But, her mom finally suggested to ask.
"Honey, if you love him that much, ask him tomorrow if you can join.
I’m sure he’ll say yes. Why wouldn’t he?" Misty thought about that. She
really couldn’t find one, until she thought back of a conversation her
and Ash had one day, about why Ash liked her. He said because she was ‘different
than other girls.’ Maybe he meant that she wasn’t the type of girl to be
running away with guys. What if Ash didn’t want her to come? No. That couldn’t
be it. He
loved her so much. He wouldn’t give up his goal in life for a first
love if he didn’t really truly love her.
Soon, Misty thought about how selfish she was being. "Mom, if he let
me go with him, you would be okay with that?"
Misty’s mom made a small smirk. "If you are happy, than I am
happy." Misty thought about this, and started thinking about how much she
had neglected her mom in telling her what was going on in her life. She
offered many apologies, but her mom just said how it was hard to tell someone.
Soon, her mom said how she should go to bed. Tomorrow is a big day. Misty
agreed.
The next day, Misty got up a little late. She hurried to put on
her best clothing. She packed a lunch, kissed her mom, and ran out the
door. Misty’s mom watched her run until the forest made her disappear from
sight.
Misty ran to the site, and looked around, expecting Ash to be
holding a bouquet of flowers. But, she didn’t see him. There was nothing
but a note and box sitting on a stump.
Misty ran over and grabbed the note. She knew she was probably
going to read something she didn’t want to read, but she read it anyway.
Dear Misty,
I am sorry to say this, but I must be going. We are two totally
different people. While we both have the same interest in pokémon,
we both also have our own paths we must take. I know how much this must
hurt you, for it hurts me too. I wish I could take you with me, but I feel
that it just wasn’t right.
I know that we have had great times together, and that we
might of had many more, but even while we are together, we are still separate
people, and as people, we are obliged to support our own needs.
I hope you understand. I still love you very much, and I
hope we can meet again some day. To prove my love, I have brought you a
gift. I ask to take it open-heartedly.
I will miss you much, but never forget you.
With love,
Ash
Misty opened the box sitting on the stump. Uncovering the softening
paper, she saw a gold shine. It was a necklace. The gold looped around
forming hearts all the way around, coming together at the center, where
there was a solid gold heart. She opened it, and looked upon a picture
with Ash in it. A faint sound started to play, as opening the heart started
a small music box.
Misty sat at the stump and looked at Ash’s picture, trying to
decipher the letter, wondering to herself if Ash still loved her, or if
he just was trying to get away. Anger from him leaving made her believe
he just left, but the necklace was the most beautiful thing she’d ever
seen.
She put down the blanket, and sat looking at the sky. Soon, she
started to wonder if she would ever find out.
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