It's been a while, but I just got this new software, and I think I'm going to like it. It's called the Dragon maybe you've heard of it. But I should be updating more stuff. We'll see though. It seems like it has been forever but I am back, and better than ever, I hope. But I have still been on fan fiction reading a whole bunch of stories. Thanks to all the people still there, and some for the negative stuff out the method how cluttered it would fill up all this stuff would all the people who have come in my hiatus. So review and the updates should be coming in more often. Thanks a lot. I don't own Pokémon.

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Ash Ketchum stood outside her house waiting for his feet to move, but something was stopping him from moving: Maybe it was possibility that Brock would yell, or the fact that Misty would be angry and remember that she had a mallet; but deep in the back of his mind, he knew he couldn't face her after what had happened earlier.

"Maybe it is punishment for what we did to Dawn and Gary," Ash thought to himself.

But for whatever the reason, he still couldn't find it within himself to enter the house.

"Brock, shouldn't have brought me here." He said aloud, "This couldn't possibly change the outcome of anything. She still won't remember me." Looking down, he kicked a rock that was sitting by the edge of the road and watched it bounce on to the nearby curb. Ash look at the house once more, not knowing what awaited him behind those front doors.

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Brock sitting on the kitchen table watching Misty as she paced by the front door for watching Ash outside, while he just stood there. Brock heard her mumble something to herself and then say aloud, "Brock, shouldn't we do something?! He's just standing there looking like an insane person."

"No. If he still standing there, then he is thinking. We should not pressure him anymore than we already have."

"I'm just worried about him," Misty says peeking out the window again. "Now he's sitting in the middle of the street. He's going to kill himself. Brock!"

Brock grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her to a seat in the nearby kitchen. "Misty, he's going to be fine. Now take a seat and stop worrying about him."

"I can't. Just think of all the things I did to him. He must be devastated."

"You didn't mean to forget him. It couldn't be helped."

" But how could it have even happened. If what you say is true, then we have been friends for a very long time and then we were lovers. How can I remember you and not my fiancé? Does that make any sense to you? Because it does not makes sense to me. For all I know, you could be making it up."

"Oh no we aren't," Brock chuckled watching her move about the kitchen whining.

"What could possibly make me forget him of all people?" She said, leaning on the back of the kitchen counter.

"You and I both know that I cannot answer that question. But what I can say is that you and Ash were meant to be. And I don't think a little thing like this is going to get in the way of him loving you. And if it does, he isn't the man I thought him to be."

Finally, a knock was heard on the door. Misty ran straight to the door and instantly pulled it open. And there he stood, with a forced grin plastered upon his face and an almost equally dull and lifeless eyes half open looking down at her. This itself was enough to turn Misty's smile into an equally awkward half-smile.

"Hello." She looked up at him waiting for any kind of response, but all he could do was look away. "Come in," she felt forced to say. Misty stepped to the side and allowed him to enter. She watched him as he entered the living area, opposite of the direction of the kitchen where Brock was seated, and took a seat on the couch. Brock followed Ash into the same area and sat across from him. Brock whispered something to Ash that Misty could not hear. She finally closed the door and inched closer to the two men were seated. She hid herself by the doorway, unseen by the two, and took a deep breath before entering. The two men stopped what they doing and looked at her just standing there. Ash looked away from her quickly, but Brock gently smiled and stood.

"I'll go make some tea."

Ash glanced towards Brock and quickly said, "You know I hate tea."

Misty, then, quickly responded, "I just made some lemonade. Would you like that instead?"

"Don't worry," Brock said. "He'll drink the tea."

Ash gave Brock an evil glare, but Brock continued straight into the kitchen leaving behind an angry Ash and a timid Misty. She gathered up every spec of courage she had collected over the past few quiet moments and walked closer to him until she was standing alongside him.

"May I sit here?" She pointed to the seat beside him.

He shrugged. She placed her hands on her thighs and took another long slow breath. An awkward silence overtook them once more. Ash did everything in his power to not to look at her as he felt tears threatening to fall. He blinked hoping to hold them back.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I have the strength to do this anymore." He stood with this back facing her, "I cannot pretend that I never loved you. It's killing me knowing that I could have done something to change this. I wish there was something I could've done–"

"It was not your –"

"– Please let me finish. There's some things I need to say to you first... I love you," Ash turned to her with tears streaming down his cheeks, "and I wish–"

Upon seeing the tears in his eyes, she stood to face him trying to wipe his eyes. He would not let her touch him. Instead he grabbed her hand gently forcing them down. His mouth moved to form words, but not a single sound came from his lips. More silent tears came, as he forced himself to finally look down into her eyes once more. His grip loosened as she lifted her left hand to caress his cheek. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling the cool metal of the ring touch his cheek.

'She still has it,' he thought to himself, 'Maybe there still is hope.'

Misty felt sorry for the man. She hoped for his sake, she would remember him sometime soon.

"Wish what?" she asked urging him to continue.

"I wish it could have been me instead." Seeing the man in front of her crying like this relinquished all the possible doubt, she had that this was some kind of joke Brock was playing on her. Now instead of being doubtful, she just felt pity.

"I never deserved you in the first place. To think that I could have you for myself, must have angered somebody. I promise you that I will never forget you, but for you and for me, I must leave-"

"Wait. You can't."

He hushed her, with a single touch. She seen a new look in his eyes. A blush cascaded across her cheeks, as she waited for what she hoped to be a single kiss.

"ASH!" An outside voice yelled. Both of them turned in towards him. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Brock holds him by the ear away from Misty before she can say a word, leaving Ash in pain. Misty watched them leave embarrassed by what almost happened.

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"What were you doing?" Brock half yelled, not wanting the woman next door to hear him. "I didn't ask you to come over here to woo her. She wanted answers and I believed you are the only one that could give it to her."

Ash sighed looking down, with his hands in his hair, "I couldn't help myself."

Brock calmed himself down seeing how desperate his friend was. He set beside him and whispered, "I'm sorry if this hurts you, but she needs answers. Do you think that for just a moment you could think about her? She might be a different person now, but I know the Misty we all know and love is still in there somewhere. We just have to find her. For her sake, can you please help us?"

Ash thought about what he said thought and looked up into space in front of him. "Alright," he said. "I'll do what I can. Just tell me what you want me to do."

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I know this update was kind of short. But still, what you think and I'll be updating sooner than later. Love you guys! See you soon! Sorry for any mistakes!