Pokeshipping- remembering

A/N- sorry the guest reviewer- is Allison Lynch a guy or a girl? And here you go, firehell! I'm sorry Espeon44 I'll work on your request, I had a limited time to write this and I had more inspiration.

He would come home to her.

Misty, with her sunset of a hair and sea for eyes. Basically the personification of a tropic beach, with vivid summers and blazing sun. Gentle moonlight and stormy seas. Fiery spirit and the heat of battle. The rush of lying, denying and running. The calmness of wind. The heart of gold… or rather, Misty.

He'd met pretty girls to often. May, the first girl to succeed her. Earth-coloured hair and sky blue eyes, freckles like scattered seeds. May was a farm girl with a body like an urban chick who chased stars, only May chased girl stars.

Then there was Dawn. Blue hair, blue eyes. The girl who walked from the sky. She loved dresses, but she argued with him as much as May did. Friendly, but not too friendly. Without the same fire as Misty, because she was the water to put it out. She was a girl who needed more boys in her life. She was like a butterfly, feeding on one then leaving to another.

Iris. She had hair like a diverse Rapunzel and gorgeous eyes. She had energy and spirit and enough to raise his hopes- but she left him for her prince, or princess, rather. Ash had always imagined Iris as the prince, because she was the one to save her prince. Cilan was too laid back, too polite to be the rescuer.

And Serena. A stalker of sorts, but beautiful. Caramel hair. Blue eyes, as beautiful as the former's. Never as beautiful as Misty's. Serena never argued, she was mellow and mild and gentle. Always calm breezes. Always birdsong and flower blooms. But always calm can get boring. Which was why he left, just to see the girl he met when he was 10.

They'd written letters. She'd post to him about ten times a day, while he only remembered to reply once a month. He laughed at the idea of letters, when they were so lose they could practically talk face to face. Because she was right in front of him.

Ash hadn't been happy; he was sixteen and he had no girlfriend. He had problems with money and guys who harassed him on the streets for being a "rich kid". But that was all changing, because he wasn't in Kalos. Or Unova, or Sinnoh or Johto or Hoenn. He was back in Kanto with his soon to be girlfriend. He'd been thought dead, but here he was, alive. Ready to ask her out.

"Misty!" he called. Her red hair was practically within hands reach. He only had to wait till her head turned, revealing cerulean blue eyes and a surprised expression that would hopefully turn to delight. And he would wrap her in a hug and whisper in her ear, "I never forgot you. I turned down all these girls because you're the one I want." And she would whisper back the same, swapping girls for boys… His hand was on her shoulder.

The girl turned.

There was the surprised expression, the red hair and the yellow top- but her eyes were brown. Brown.

"Excuse me?" she asked gently, stepping away. Ash just stood, open-mouthed. He didn't believe it. There was no closed sign on the Cerulean City Gym, and her house still had lights on.

"…Sorry. I thought you were someone else I knew."

"Oh."

The girl walked away, when Ash stopped.

"Wait! Do you happen to know a girl named Misty Williams?"

Her face was blank. Then, perfectly calmly, she replied,

"I'm sorry. I have no idea who this Misty is."

That was the end of the line.

Ash still lived in Kanto, but alone. There was never the girl with red hair who would become a woman as he grew into a man. He would never be married to a woman with red hair and blue eyes holding hands with him in a white wedding gown in Pallet Town. She would never have his children.

Why?

He'd come too late.

The newspaper in front of him was all the proof he needed.

The path in front of him had disappeared. There came the sensation of falling, and he didn't scramble up. Instead he enjoyed it. Whatever other world he would land in, it would be nothing like this.

November 14.

15-year-old Misty Williams, leader of Cerulean City Gym, committed suicide for unknown reasons. Her body was found in the river, with the word "Ash" written in blood on her arm. The note she left her mother suggested the death of a close friend. She will be missed.