Well, hello there! This is my first fanfic (er, songfic?) ever, so…ahhh! It took me forever to finally submit this...I am a horrible procrastinator, and writer's block plagues me. (Just like almost everyone else, eh?)

The song lyrics featured throughout the story (they're in bold italics) are from "You Could Be Happy" by Snow Patrol.
Thoughts are italicized.

Enjoy (or not)!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon and the characters of Pokémon.

Angry shouts.
Thoughtless words.
A door slammed.
He was gone.

You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

What were we arguing about? Oh, that's right—he needed to travel again, and this time I couldn't go with him.
Why am I so damn selfish?

And all the things that I wish I had not said
Are played on lips 'til it's madness in my head

Misty placed her head in her hands and cried for the third time that morning. She and Ash Ketchum had finally gotten together after he had acquired the title of Pokémon Master. It started off as one of those cheesy, chick-flick-esque beginnings; when Ash was announced the winner, he ran to Misty, yelling in front of millions in the stadium and on national TV, "Misty Williams, will you go out with me?!"
Of course she said yes.
When they started going out, they had ignored one important thing: Ash had to start traveling again, and Misty still had to maintain the Cerulean gym, which meant they had to be very far from each other for a very long time. So when the time came, they didn't consider the idea of talking (instead of yelling) through their differences. They didn't think about growing up. Misty closed her eyes and tried not to remember.

"Misty, I need to go. Being a Pokémon Master isn't just a title, it's my job and—"
She cut Ash off. "So you're leaving me now? We're finally together and you're leaving me?"
"Yes—well—no! No, I'm just leaving! I…I…" He didn't know what to say. What the hell was he supposed to say? His passion was Pokémon, but he was passionate about Misty, too. "This is my job, Misty. No, it's more than that—this is my responsibility! You have to understand!"
Misty snorted. "Oh, I understand—I'm second now." No reply. He couldn't look at her. "Fine," she started, her voice quivering with anger and despair. "Fine. Leave! Don't come back. We shouldn't have gone into this anyway." She paused for a moment before she muttered three words that cut into Ash like a white-hot blade: "I hate you."
It was a mistake. Apologies ran desperately through her head but couldn't find a way out her mouth. I didn't mean that! Ash, I love you! But before she could take another breath to start, he had already left.

Is it too late to remind you how we were?
But not our last days of silent, screaming blur

"I'm so stupid!" Misty couldn't stop crying. She was crying every day, she wasn't hungry, her friends and Pokémon were worried about her…Was this depression?
"I hate you." The scene kept playing in her head. Why she say that?
She was afraid. She was afraid that he'd forget about her; that he'd leave her behind like others in her life did. She loved him. Whether he loved her back or not, she didn't know. Probably not, after all those things I said, she thought bitterly.
She missed him terribly; photographs were all she had now. The last five weeks (minus the last few days) were pure bliss. Why was she always so rash, so insensitive?
Misty Williams, you are too proud. Ash shouldn't be with someone like me, she thought with a sob.
"So now I'm second?" How could she say that? She knew how much he loved Pokémon…and how much he loved her.

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy; I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Misty stood from her bed and walked into the living room. His jacket was still on the couch. She could almost feel herself in his arms…
She cried harder. God, I'm pathetic.

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Maybe I should call him and tell him that I'm sorry. Or—or maybe it's better this way. She looked at the videophone. If it were a person, it would have been staring intently back at her, saying…
"Misty, just call him," a male voice said. She jumped. Did the videophone just speak to her? She was going nuts! She turned around.
"Oh," Misty breathed a sigh of relief. It was Brock. When did he come in? She hadn't even heard him enter. He had been visiting her every day, taking care of her like a parent would take care of a sick child. She mustered up a faint, sad chuckle. "Hey, Brock. I thought the vid-phone was talking to me." She noticed her face was dry and tight from crying and touched it. Ouch.
Brock smiled, too. "Just call him, Misty. I know you don't want to hear this, but you're a wreck."
She appreciated his frankness but shook her head. "No," she said slowly. "No. He probably wouldn't want to speak to me anyway."

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

After a short pause, Brock said, "I don't want to get too involved, but…Ash might not be doing as well as you think he is. Misty, just call him. Please. Do the world a favor and call him." With that, he turned and exited the room as silently as he entered it.
Misty stared at the videophone again. For an inanimate object, it was quite intimidating. She just stood there and stared for a while. What was she going to say to him? What if he was busy? What if—what if he didn't want to talk to her? That would be understandable.
No. She had to stop being so paranoid! She had to do this. She had to at least say she was sorry (she never liked admitting she was wrong). She had to overcome her fear…and, mostly, her pride.
After what felt like years in front of the phone, she picked up the receiver with a trembling hand. She dialed the number and waited with intense apprehension.

"Hello?" It was him! What was he feeling? She couldn't tell.
"Ash?" Misty began, new tears streaming down her puffy face.
Were those tears in his eyes, too?
"Ash, I'm so sorry…"

Author's Note: Yep, so that was it! Please review with comments, suggestions, etc., in case I decide to ever write a fanfic again. :)