August '12 Daily One-Shot Challenge
AUGUST 15th Missing You Too
Meadow Wood
Hello guys! Okay, this one is EXTREMELY short, 800 word count, but I quite liked it. It's the Misty's Side of Ash's chapter of "Missing You" so read that one first, and then this one sort of connects. Enjoy, and I apologize for the shortness of it!
It was not the low humming of the gym floors creaking, the beeping of cars from outside her open window, or the racket her sisters were creating in the next room.
No, it was simply him again.
Misty rolled over on the side of her bed, feeling sweaty from the excruciating humid and desperate for a different sleeping position. She, for the umpteenth time that day, flipped over her pillow for the cooler side. Not that in mattered – in a few seconds, it would absorb her heat and she would have to turn it over another time.
As she continued to lay awake in the darkness, the moonlight streaming in through the window and giving her right cheek shine, his face tumbled into her mind. Ash – silly boyish features, hair that hadn't been combed since he was a baby, and the stupidest grin that was known to man.
He had been part of her life for so long, dragging her along on dangerous adventures and bringing light and joy to her day – which was why it was so awfully weird to have survived without him so long, afterwards. He had achieved his dream, something she had personally watched on her television, but nothing could quell the loneliness in the bottom of her stomach.
He was her light. He was her darkness. He was her life – all of his little moronic self made up Misty's heart, and no matter how much she tried to forget, he would come creeping into her mind. Almost haunting her.
Grudgingly, Misty cursed to herself for thinking about him again. It wasn't necessary. He wasn't necessary.
"Ah! Daisy, stop it!" Lily's squeal echoed on her room walls, and Misty let out a petulant frown, before groaning. She slid off her coverless bed, running a hand through her hair tiredly before padding across the hardwood floor to close her door. Her sisters were up, their voices dancing in through her open door and ringing her ears. Once firmly shut, she leaned back against it and closed her eyes, her head pounding.
If only this heat would let up and she could get some sleep. And if only Ash's face would stop attacking her heart, soul, consciousness and mind.
Sleepily, Misty headed back towards her bed, her silk yellow pajama pants dragging across the floor. Her sheets were wrinkled from moving around so much and the air freshener Violet had sprayed around the house was way too overbearing – no wonder she couldn't ever get any sleep. But her eyes were heavy and her body ached from swimming so much the evening before, so she promptly was ready to attempt falling asleep once again.
However, a step away from the comforts of her mattress, she changed direction and swiftly walked to the window. It was like the fresh air of the night sky was calling her, beckoning her to come and watch it.
And so, she had simply responded, ignoring her drooping eyelids.
It felt weirdly satisfying standing in front of the window, watching the world enveloped in darkness and the buzzing of cars soaring across the road. The stars and the city lights were melded together and the building windows were yellow. Nobody ever slept early in Cerulean, except for a few rare closed off shutters.
Misty rested her head on her elbows, smiling. The wind played with her hair, gently teasing it around, and the redhead ducked her head farther out the frame. Her arms, open from her tank top, spread out above her.
Ash…
She bent forward, blowing air through her lips and gently letting the breeze play with her fingers. It was hot and sticky in the house, but outside; the light night chill soothed her. Besides, she loved the feeling of wind on her face; it almost seemed like it was talking to her, bringing her messages and thoughts.
Instinctively, Misty closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She strained her ears to listen, and somewhere between the bonking of car horns, the rushing of midnight traffic and the hum of the electricity lines, Misty thought she heard a wisp of a sentence.
I miss you Misty.
A voice so familiar, engraved in her heart and imprinted in her soul. Misty parted her lips, and with a tone as soft and gentle as an angel, she whispered into the city:
"I miss you too Ash, I miss you too."
See? It's just like Ash's, except from Misty's side! I hope you guys liked it, even if it was awfully short – I actually thought I did okay on it. :P
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