A/N: I'm really sorry, but I deleted Sea of Diamonds. But I hope you'll like this, the remade and better version of it - Shimmering Sea. Prepare for extreme PokeShipping. Heh...
The woman's legs tingled with glee as she lowered them into the chilly sea below. She glanced up at the sky - clear, as if the good weather was taunting her.
A brilliant white sphere shimmered among the sparkling stars shining in the pure navy sky. Raising her hand as if to stroke the air, Misty sighed. If only her mind could be as clear as that cloudless night sky. And content at deciding what to do each day - or night, in the sky's case.
Misty's love life had been bruising. Forced to fall in love with the clueless, dumb raven-haired boy she had said goodbye to nearly 15 years ago. He probably still had the same demeanor that he had when he was ten...
A few years ago, Misty had asked herself why she loved him - and she came up with a long list, much to the redhead's surprise. His warm brown eyes filled with such soul. His kind, caring personality. His messy raven hair. Those little Z's on his cheek. His smile. She even found the dumb things, like his oblivious nature and large appetite, cute.
Misty had tried to convince herself she wasn't in love with him, but it hardly worked. In fact, it hadn't worked at all.
Yeah, she definitely loved him.
But she had been grabbing dates left and right to get over him. It hadn't worked either. She had a boyfriend now - one she'd met on Cerulean Cape, one she'd been together with for almost a year now.
His name was Oliver.
Sure, he was handsome and sweet, but he definitely wasn't Ash. He didn't battle. He had Pokemon, but acted as if they were his servants. Worst of all, he seemed to think he was perfect and the most important person in the world. He was sweet to Misty, but almost no one else. Of course, he seemed to flirt with every girl he came across, just like Brock used to...or was that just Misty's imagination, twisting her perspective because she loved Ash?
No. She couldn't let herself feel that way.
Lifting her feet from the icy cold liquid, Misty glanced up again. She hadn't noticed it before, but the beautiful, luxurious stars were arranged in a pattern. Blinking, the redhead stifled a scream as she read the message written in the stars.
Follow Your Heart.
It had to be a coincidence.
But she knew better than that.
Behind her, a rich voice whispered, "Out here again?"
She didn't turn to see the owner of the voice, instead staring intensely at the sky.
Lowering her head, the woman muttered, "Oliver, what brings you to Cerulean City...at midnight?"
"Eleven thirty, actually, dearest." Stepping forward, the man stood beside her on the small bit of land. "I came to visit you, of course, my darling."
"Well, try not to come so late next time," she hissed as he headed off towards Cerulean Cape
Misty longed to see the inscription brightly shining in the night sky again. A minute passed. Then two. The redhead couldn't fight her desire, her longing, anymore. She tore her eyes away from the water she was stirring her fingertip in like a spoon in a pot of soup, moving her head in an slow upward motion. But when her aqua-blue whirlpool-like eyes caught sight of the dark sky, littered with blinking stars...
The message had already faded, shimmering in golden before it fell, failing to exist.
