:Underneath the Surface:
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
He gulped down his last beer and smacked the glass on the table in one swift motion. Ash Ketchum sat farther back in his couch and closed his eyes. The hallucinations began to swirl in his head, and he could see the illusion his mind produced under the influence of the strong beer that he had just chugged.
In his distorted reality, everything was perfect, he didn't have a failing liver because of his alcohol consumption, he wasn't nearly bankrupt and most important of all, she wasn't dead.
The dream world he created became his only getaway from the harsh, bitter-cold world that he had shunned long after he was blamed for her death. If only he hadn't drunk that extra beer at the restaurant, what if he hadn't insisted on driving and handed her over the damn keys.
It's all his fucking fault.
But, he doesn't let this bother him any longer, because his illusion is starting up. May strolls toward him gleaming in the mid-summer sun, beaming at him, acting as if nothing else in the world mattered but them.
He kissed her, savoring the moments, confusing his hallucination with real, bittersweet memories with her. She smiled up at him, intertwining their fingers and leading him towards the ocean.
Ash smiled, it never left his face the entire time. This was his illusion, no one could ruin that, because underneath the surface of reality he was perfectly safe, no one could touch him or her.
So as he took his last breath and his heart finally gave its final beat, the organs shut down and his eyes stayed closed. What he had always wished, so he could be with her, in the world he had created under the godly powers of alcohol, his ultimate demise.