Geronimo
"Take my hand."
Misty gazed down at Ash's hand before tentatively looking back behind them. In the distance, she could hear the murmuring of Team Rocket's helicopter as it grew closer. She turned back around, her eyes drifting past Ash and to the end of the path they were running down. A dead end. If he was still talking to her, she could barely hear him over the rushing of the waterfall below.
"Misty, c'mon!" he pleaded with her, reaching his hand out further. His face was torn between guilt and fear as he, too, caught sight of the nearing threat. "We've gotta go!"
Her eyes shifted back to Ash as she shook her head, pulling her body inward and stepping backward toward the approaching Rockets.
"Misty, please."
Ash looked past her and into the distance, fear sprawled across his face. An explosion went off and the urgency in his voice grew. They were running out of time. His eyes shined as he turned back to look at her.
Before she could protest further, Ash turned around his hat and swept Misty into his arms. "I'm sorry, but I can't lose you," he told her as he started running toward the edge of the cliff.
Ash's arms gripped tighter around her body as he leaped off the edge, their bodies falling through the air and into the crashing water below.