The Feeing of Love
On a chilly afternoon in Cerulean City, just as the golden sun was setting on the horizon, taking its warmth with it as it continued to sink lower and lower into the distance, a certain red-headed gym leader, with sea green eyes that sparkled like the ocean itself, leaned against a railing near the ocean, watching the beautiful scenery. The trainer's name is Misty Waterflower. She has seemed troubled lately. Probably because of the ravened haired trainer that she cannot forget, even if she tried.
Misty's POV:
'I wonder where he is now?' I thought to myself. 'He's probably traveling with his friends, collecting badges and catching all the pokemon he can catch. Doesn't he know how I feel? I miss him everyday. He's all I can think about. I wish he wasn't so dense, but I guess it can't really be helped.' I sighed, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "I miss you Ash" I said aloud to myself.
"I miss you too, Misty."
I nearly fell on my face I spun so fast. There he was. The raven haired trainer that I've had feelings for and I've missed ever since he left. Ash Ketchum.
"Ash" I barely whispered.
It couldn't really be him, could it? I mean he's supposed to be off in some region, aiming to become a pokemon master. Yet, he looks just like Ash.
I just stood there, staring up at him (yes Ash has grown taller than Misty). He looked back, his chocolate brown eyes staring into my green ones. After what seemed like an hour, he embraces me tightly, his warmness surrounds me like a blanket, shielding me from the cold air around us.
"Ash… What are you doing here?" I said, my voice slightly trembling. A thousand feelings rushed through me at once. Anger, relief, joy, and a new emotion. One I haven't felt since I seen him five years ago.
"Misty, I came for you" his voice, strong and deep, replied. "I've missed you so much that I couldn't stand it anymore."
He pulls me closer. I hug him back, tears stream down my face. I didn't know why I was crying, I just couldn't help it.
"Misty, come travel with me" he said.
I pulled away and looked up at him. I smiled brightly as he wiped the tears off my face.
"I'd love that" I replied.
He smiled back, just as brightly. A look of relief flashed across his face. He took my hand in his, and he gently kisses my forehead.
Right at that second, I knew what the new emotion was. It was an emotion that I only felt for him.
The feeling of love.