My second Pokemon fic. This takes place after Misty leaves Ash. Please don't flame me because I got their goodbyes wrong. I haven't even seen the episode. This is in Misty's POV. Please, enjoy!
-This means actual speaking-
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I can't believe it. I can't believe he did it. After all I did for him...after all I went through with him...he threw it away. All with a simple goodbye.
That word keeps on echoing in my head. Each time I hear it, I try to figure his real feelings out. Does he feel even a shred of what I do? Do I hear a bit of sadness in it? Or anger?
The thing that scares me the most is that maybe I'm hearing something that's not there...and his true feelings are reflected in the tone of his voice. Because from the way he said it, it was like I was one of the people that he had helped along the way to his dream. The "I hope that we meet again...if we ever see each other." type of tone. I've had a lot of those in my life. From my sisters on the videophone, from the various people that I met on his journey, and now from my best friend.
He'll forget me, I know. He would forget his own head in his journey to be the greatest if it weren't attached to his body for heaven sakes! It would be no big task to forget me. He'll find others to travel with him. Another girl, probably. Someone who's sweet and caring and won't hit him over the head with a mallet each time he does something wrong. Someone someone like him deserves. And it's not me.
But even if he doesn't find another girl to travel with, Brock's still there. That's a good thing, because he's the only one who can cook out of the three of us. If he ever tried to cook...well, let's just say that the food wouldn't be the only thing that would be burned.
And it hurts because I know that even though he'll forget me, I wouldn't. I couldn't, truthfully. I have fallen under his spell, just like the others we had encountered. But no one will miss him as much as I will. As much as I do. Because I think that I may be the only one who knows more about him than himself. And all of the years we spent together on his journey make a difference too.
I wonder if I really will see him again. I'll miss him of course, more than I'll ever let him know. I just...I wish that I could be with him. I wish that I could be traveling along, arguing with him, or on the sidelines, cheering loudly for him to win. I wish that I could see his smile one more time, I wish that I could talk to him one more time...
Geez, the way I say it, it's like he's dead! And I know that won't happen.
But to me...it just seems like it. Because I've been with him so long and have gone through so much with him, that it...hurts, now that he's gone. It hurts physically and mentally. But it especially hurts heartally, like there's a big gaping hole there. And I know it's where he was.
So, what I'm trying to say is that I miss him. More than anyone could ever imagine. And now I've lost him, all because of my sisters.
Hmmm...the doorbell's ringing. Who would come in at a time like this? It's night!
Oh well. I might as well answer it. It's not like I have anything better to do. It could be one of my sisters. Although they have keys to the Gym...
Well, no use in delaying.
Why are my hands shaking? Why does my heart suddenly feel...better? Oh well...I better not keep whoever's there waiting.
-...........Ash?-
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The next chapter's in Ash's POV. I'm thinking of leaving it at that, but I might put an extra chapter afterwards if you want. Please tell me if you like it!
