Damnit! Why can't he see how I feel? How my heart breaks every time he talks about her. Stupid Dawn with her fancy blue hair. Ugh. I guess it was too much to expect Ashey to settle for normal. Too much to expect that he might love me back. I've had his face memorized for so long now.
His big innocent doe eyes are the deep creamy brown of melted Swiss chocolate. His nose is splattered with freckles a deep brown even against his tan the colour of light caramel. His mouth was full and firm, lips the colour of blood. His hair was onyx and as glossy as an umbreons coat. He wears a close fitting black t-shirt, a coloured jacket, cerulean jeans, green fingerless gloves and a red and white hat with a green check. He travels with a bright yellow Pikachu with crimson cheeks and muddy brown stripes.
His name is Ash Ketchum. And I love him.
