I don't own pokemon
Watching the red hues of the sunset before her, Serena did her best to suppress the bitter disappointment that stabbed at her stomach. Her ears were still ringing with the news that her crush, no, her first love, had said.
She tried to suppress the harsh defeat she felt, though knew from his anxious gaze that she was failing abysmally.
'I'm sorry, Serena, I thought I could forget her, but I can't,' Ash's voice frowned, pulling her out of her pain ever so slightly. His uncharacteristic seriousness reiterated to the young blonde woman just how upset he was with himself. After all, the black haired man did anything he could to help all of his friends.
'Who is it?' She asked, grateful that her volume didn't waver. She didn't need him of all people to know her pain.
'You don't know her, she's a close friend of mine,' Ash whispered, his dark brown eyes focused on his trainers in shame.
'In the name of Arceus, you just rejected me for her, Ash. The least you can do is give me a name,' Serena responded, feeling the overwhelming power of tears choke up her voice.
'Misty,' Ash grimaced, his shoulders sagging as he stared at the ground, unable to meet her eyes.
'How long?' She frowned, unashamedly crying now. He couldn't even tell her to her face, hiding behind his cap.
'I don't know, since I met her,' the man responded awkwardly.
Serena suddenly felt grateful that she'd requested Clemont look after Pikachu. The electric mouse pokemon would have been beside itself with stress at seeing it's two friends react so.
'I think it's best I leave you for a while. Tell the others I said bye,' Serena frowned, suppressing the bitter disappointment she felt and rushing away from the man. She knew now that her year pining for him was wasted, and boy did she feel foolish.
'Serena?' Another voice whispered as she rushed past, not registering the blue jacket on black jeans as she rushed blindly through Couriway Town.
'Serena, wait up!' A strange voice called as steps pounded the street behind her.
Stopping outside of a quaint hat store, Serena turned to see an all too familiar mop of black hair.
'Calem?' She choked before lunging at the man and crying on his shoulder.
In baffled response, he wrapped his arms around her, quietly wondering what could deflate his usually chipper neighbour.
Please R&R
