Note:
This one-shot is my attempt of describing Misty's relationship with Ash from her point of view. Well, what I assume she's thinking about anyway. Enjoy
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So many times I brushed off the accusations with a fierce pounding of my mallet.
So many times I wanted to comfort him after losing a battle, instead of veiling my concern with criticism.
So many times I held my tongue when I wanted to praise him.
So many times I felt a blinding pain in my heart, because he refused to follow my advice.
So many times I regretted saying "I told ya so", knowing it was the last thing he wanted to hear.
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
cause you said forever
and ever
who knew
He turns around, his chocolate brown eyes narrowed and piercing me "Can you go at least 5 minutes without saying something negative about me? Or is that too much to much to ask of you, Misty?"
Yes. Because you can't know how I truly feel. Of course, I'd never admit that.
"If you listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't of gotten into this mess!" I yell back, folding my arms.
There I go again, adding more fuel to the fire.
"Hmph. I'd like to see you do a better job. You hardly ever train anyway! What do you know?" He retorts.
Ouch.
"That's because I care about my pokemon and I don't want them to get hurt... unlike you!" I snap.
Silence. I wait for him to respond but he looks upset all of a sudden, my harsh words have clearly passed through his thick skull. Maybe I shouldn't of said it. There's no way I'll apologise though, that's weakness and exposing my weakness is something I rarely do, especially around him.
"That's enough, you two!" Interrupts Brock.
"She started it" Ash grumbles under his breath, still bitter from what I said.
"I don't care who started it. You both need to settle down and stop all this arguing, it's giving me a headache and we're getting nowhere!"
Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool?
Ash and I exchange glares before calming down, for Brock's sake. I'd never admit it, but I can't bear to see him so mad at me.
Why do I keep it up?
Why do I purposely say hurtful things, knowing it will only provoke an argument between us?
Because I don't want him to make decisions he'll regret.
Because our daily arguments are just about the only interactions we have.
Because I love him.
and yet, I shield my heart with stubborn pride. I refuse to admit that underneath it all, I truly care about him.
When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew
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Now it's three years later and I'm in Cerulean Gym, I lie motionless on my bed, replaying the times we spent together repeatedly in my mind, like an old movie. A movie with triumphs, losses, struggles, friendships and a broken hearted girl.
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
So many times the opportunity came up for me to tell him the truth...
and too many times I wasted them.
Fin.
If you plan on reviewing, please don't go too hard on me. I'm aware that I still have a lot of practise to do.
