Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, if I did Misty would have never ever left, and would argue with Ash forevvvvverrrrrrrrrr!
Putting my hand on the cold and empty side of my bed, I realize once again that he's gone. Really gone. Not the type of gone, by him going on all his journeys and always coming home to me. I mean really gone, like out of my life gone.
I thought it was yet another petty argument that we always have and that it would soon disappear when he came back to cover me with kisses. Like always. But it wasn't. Two months had passed since he rushed out the door with the majority of his clothes.
I didn't lose hope, still. Because I wasn't the kind of person to lose faith easily. At all. Surely, our love is a flower that only gets stronger through the rough conditions.
However, I found myself beginning to feel sadder and sadder as days went by. After the second month, he still hadn't called. He hadn't even come by to get the rest of his things which made me somehow believe that he was going to come back and hold me once again like before. He would kiss me gently like before. Ash would be back…
Late at night, with my best effort, I felt myself falling asleep and I felt Ash next to me. I could feel his heart… Even though he wasn't there. I could feel his scent on our, which now mine, bed… I missed him and his arms.
As I finally began to accept the fact that Ash was no longer a part of my life, I started going to work like I used to. I loved seeing everyone's smile, looking at me. I was glad they were glad.
But sometimes, I still thought about him. I wondered if he ever thought about me. Maybe he had found someone new now… and maybe ruin their bike too. A part of me would always be his and a part of me will always keep thinking about him.
I will miss the nights we shared a pillow because he liked the smell of my hair. I will miss the sound of him singing his favorite songs obnoxiously. I will miss him dancing with me with no music playing. I will miss his goofiness… But most of all, I will miss him.
I hope he's well and that he never feels the need to let anyone who loves him as much as I do, go. Because, I promise you, we were so right… but somehow… maybe we weren't.
A/N: So, depressing I know. but I was having a bad day. and writing sad things make me feel better! any who please review! thank you :)