Disclaimer: NOT MINE!! However, dis
lil plot is mine… aaaaand, it is open for other people to finish it for me, as
I most likely never will.
This lil story was written while I
was on vacation earlier this year (like, August) and I finally just got around
to typing it up (I'm lazy. Plus I had loads of school-work)
I will pretty much never finish this
story, so I may leave it as it is, but I would like it if someone could give a
go at possibly writing more of it for me, I just don't have the time anymore.
This was meant to be my second
'chapter-fic', but seeing as I have problems with doing them, and one shot fics
are more my style, neither this one or the first part of my other long haul fic
will be finished, unless someone reallllly wants to finish them for me. Pwease?
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"You know what?"
"What?!"
"I hate you so much"
"Yeah, well, I hate you to hell and back!"
"I hate you! I hate anything and everything about
you!"
"I hate you more, you stupid carrot-head, you've
ruined everything!"
Silence, a gap from the screaming voices. Then.
"Oh, just sod off."
More silence, then a hurt voice…
"Happy to, Myst. I hope I never see you again."
"If I ever see you again, it will be too damn
soon!" he turned away at her strained, angry voice, then turned back.
"I can't believe I ever ha-" he started
"Just go!" Misty screamed, her own voice finally
registering in her head.
"had a relationship with you!" he finished.
More silence, then a venom-filled, deathly quiet
comment from her lips
"You know what, you kiss pitifully. I never loved
you" she said, her eyes staring him right in the face, her once love-filled
eyes now drenched with hate.
He grabbed her tightly around her back, and bought
her startled face to his, kissing her brutally.
It was a kiss of pain, of hurt, meant to break her
more than words ever could.
His hate became the kiss, his eyes shut, a frown
on his forehead, his arms tightly, viciously, circling her slender, fragile
waist.
Her eyes stayed open, she couldn't respond, her
only emotion seeming to be the hate her eyes glittered harshly with, the hate,
and the anger.
He suddenly opened his once sweet brown eyes, and
looked straight into Misty's.
His beautiful hazel eyes, which had always seemed
to be overfull with passion and love for all, especially Misty, now burned with
a deep hatred, a hatred from which nothing but evil came.
The kiss and meeting of eyes managed what the harsh
words and even physical fights had not, it broke one of them.
Misty.
As he looked he suddenly saw everything. Saw her
heart breaking, saw how much she truly loved him.
He simply dropped her to the floor and walked off,
leaving her slumped there, not even remembering when the tears started to flow…
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Mystie Waters sat bolt upright in bed, and reached
for the light.
This was a new life, Misty Waterflower is gone, she
didn't need this.
As the familiar light cascaded into the room,
flooding the room with a pale glow, she shut her eyes tightly.
"It's only a dream…" she murmured, then uncovered
her eyes and looked around, still slightly expecting to see his room, and him
sleeping beside her, the warm light flowing over his gorgeous features, making
her love him even more.
But instead she was met with pastel green walls,
grassy bedspreads, cloths, wardrobes and a sleeping Erika in the other of the
two single beds in the room.
"Ohmigawd, it's true…" she muttered brokenly,
before starting to cry, pulling her emerald blanket up to her tear stained
face.
"Myst?" a sleepy voice from across the room
shattered the darkness Mystie was falling into, and was followed by a more awake
and worried tone of the same voice.
"Gawd, oh gawd, not the dream, gawd, I hate that
bastard…" a now fully awake Erika walked over to the sobbing Mystie.
"Myst, was it the dream again? You know, the
argument with...?"
"Yes… yes, it was" Mystie gasped out, trying to
calm herself down.
Erika started to say something, but was
interrupted as a quiet, serious looked girl with long green hair walked in,
clutching a cordless phone.
"Rika… use the landline. The mobile bill from here
to Pewter will be too much, and you'll be on for hours." The girl said
"Rina, you call them. It's Brock's number, he
Tracy, Ritchie and that bastard will be there." Mystie suddenly said, lifting
her head to look at her other flat-mate, Sabrina.
"Myst's right. If you go for them, Rika, well, I
pity the guy who would answer the phone" Sabrina called back over her shoulder
as she strode back to the main room.
"Rika, get some more sleep. I'll be fine, I'm just
going out onto the balcony for a while, I need some fresh air." Mystie said in
a calm tone, as she walked to her open window, which she proceeded to climb out
of and onto a small balcony, which was furnished simply, with a chair, table
and portable BBQ.
Mystie stood almost on the edge, leaning on the
intricately patterned wrought irons railings, staring off into the deep velvet
sky, particularly focusing on one clear star, thinking, absentmindedly
muttering to herself, her voice heavy with loneliness, filled with broken love…
"Oh Ash…"
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Doooooone!! There!! That's iiiit!!
That's the fic!!
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