Parting Company
By: Chris Devlin
E-Mail: chris_devlin@hotmail.com
This is set about five years after Ash meets Misty.
I see her every day, yet I look forward to the next, because I know I'll see her again. But the time has come for us to go our separate ways. I promised we wouldn't fall out of touch, but now I see that it is inevitable. She'll be in one part of the world an I'll be in another, destined to meet again only by chance. I never told her how I feel and now it is almost too late. I won't tell her. Too afraid am I of ruining our five year friendship. All we've worked through will end in a matter of weeks, and she will be oblivious to my feelings. Our friends know how I feel and I suspect know how she feels but won't tell. When I leave there will be one thing that I leave with her. My heart, my love will stay with her forever. As I leave to finally fulfill my dream in this faraway place, she remains. Remains beautiful, remains alive, remains the first person I ever truly loved. Even if I do tell her my feelings, there would be a few weeks of joy followed by sorrow, or just a few weeks of sorrow and heartbreak. I promise to return one day but will she have moved on? Will I be faced with a different person, or will I be faced with someone who I can never have.
I miss her presence. I miss talking to her, arguing over stupid things. I miss the way she would tell me off when I did something I shouldn't. I miss the way we were good friends. The way we could talk to each other about practically anything. The way she showed genuine concern over her friends. I remember the first time we danced. She was beautiful and I really thought something might happen. Had the circumstances been different maybe something would have. I should get over her but I can't. She has always been there. Will always be there, at least in my mind. There have been other girls I've liked, but never like this. I tried once, to say I didn't love her, but I couldn't keep the emotion out. There have been times where she nearly found out. On the rare occasions she lets her hair down, I nearly die grinning. It's involuntary and I wish I could control it but I can't. The thing is, she is so attractive with her hair down. If it was a permanent fixture I couldn't be in the same room as her never mind hold a conversation. When I finally do return I don't know if she will still be here, or if she will have moved on.
In the time I've known her, we've made new friends, as well as a couple of enemies. People have came and went from the group, but the one constant has been me and her, ever present. We've always been there. Right from the start, and now it's falling apart. Soon the whole thing will collapse. Why is it that I will be forever destined to be "Friends" with the women in my life, especially her, the one I love. Perhaps it is some kind of curse only those classed as "Nice Guys" have. Thing is I don't want to be a "Nice Guy". I want to be a "Great Guy". I want her to feel the same way about me. However if we did get together I'd be afraid it would fall apart and I'd be left with neither a girlfriend nor a friend. Curse this situation.
The time I leave grows nearer and it is getting harder to see her. Both physically and mentally. I find less time to hang with the others and mentally just being near her reminds me of what I'll never have. I think she might be feeling the strain of parting company with friends. Friends. Damn this. Why did I have to fall in love with her. It would be so easier if I hadn't. But then I wouldn't have experienced the joy of being with her for all these years. I'm beginning to breakdown. Each and every day I wish for her company. Even talking to her would be better than no contact. Or is it. Perhaps I need to go "Cold Turkey" and just cut off all contact. But that is what I fear most. The Parting of Company