The Heart Must Survive
Part 5 - Newfound Love
Disclaimer: I am so sick of saying this, but they're not freaking mine! Now leave me alone about it!
Summary: It's been six months since Ash's death and Brock's trial. Misty has been trying her best to go on, but now, an familiar feeling is creeping back into her heart...
A/N: It's all at the end. This is a really crappy chapter. Writer's block was threatening to pull me in as I wrote this. Good thing it's the end... *******************************************************************************************************************
Misty kneeled in front of Ash's grave, holding a small bouquet of white roses. She placed them on the stone marker. "Oh, Ash..." she said. Six months had passed since she had lost him. It was getting easier for her, but not by much. The trial that had followed his death had taken a lot out of all of them. Brock had been sentenced to twenty years in prison for Ash's murder and ten more for attempting to murder Tracey.
She sighed, wishing that she could just stop thinking about it. "I wish you could possibly know how much I miss you...it's so hard with you not here...I love you so much...I still love you. But..."
She shut her eyes. She hated it when there was a 'but' to it. For the past little while, she had been contemplating starting to date again. It wasn't an easy decision. Gary was making it slightly harder for her, constantly telling her that he was the only logical choice for her. He was a slightly better person now than he had been, and Misty had thought about dating him for a bit, but her eyes were on someone else. The one person that almost everyone thought that she would just walk right past, and yet, oddly the only person who had really tried to help her out for the past little while. The person that Ash had made to promise to watch over her after he was gone.
"I know you said that I shouldn't be lonely, that I should try to move on after you were gone...but I feel so guilty for falling for someone else...especially when that someone else is such a close friend..."
"Misty?" a voice said from behind her.
Misty stood up and turned around to see Delia walking up behind her.
"I woke up and saw that you were gone," Delia said. "I was a little worried...but I thought you'd be here."
Misty looked down at the grave. "It's been six months," she said.
"Yes...Misty, are you okay? You look like there's more on your mind."
Misty nodded. "I've been thinking of getting out there and dating again...but I feel like that would betray Ash...it's so hard..."
Delia smiled. "It's only as hard as you want to make it, Misty," she said. "Do you really want to start dating again, or do you just think that people expect you to by now?"
Misty bit her lip. "I guess it's sort of half and half, really," she said.
"What do you mean?"
Misty sighed. "I want to find someone...but I don't know if anyone would really understand what I've been through..."
Delia's smile grew. "Except for the man that you want to start dating," she said.
"Huh?" Misty asked, surprised.
"I always said that I consider you my daughter, Misty, and I can tell when you're hiding certain...romantic feelings from someone. It's all in your eyes. When you're around this person, I can see it."
Misty felt a smile begin to creep onto her face. "Well, if you know so much...who is it?"
Delia turned and pointed to the car. "My driver there."
Misty looked and saw Tracey sitting in the front seat. He waved and she quickly turned away. "How did you know?" she asked.
"Like I said, it's in the eyes." She sighed. "Misty, there's nothing wrong with it. Love is the heart's department, not the mind's. You don't think love, you feel love. And if Tracey's the one that your heart wants to fall for, let it." She laughed a bit. "Plus, I think he feels pretty much the same way. He's terrible at hiding it."
Misty smiled and followed Delia back to the car.
* * *
Professor Oak found Tracey leaning on a fence, looking out at the mountains. "Tracey, I have to ask you...are you all right?" he said.
Tracey turned around. "Yeah, I'm fine, professor," he said. "Why do you ask?"
"I don't know...I've just noticed that you seem to be...distracted lately."
"Oh," Tracey said, looking at his hands.
"It's not a problem," the professor said. "I'm just wondering if you're okay, that's all."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Tracey said.
The professor looked at him for a few more seconds before speaking again. "It's Misty, isn't it?" he said.
"What?" Tracey said, looking a little startled.
"Tracey, you are so terrible at hiding things. I can tell that you're falling for that girl."
Tracey bit his lip. "It's that obvious?" he said.
The professor nodded. "Yes, it is," he said. "So, are you?" He knew the answer, he just wanted to get it out of Tracey himself.
Tracey was quiet. Finally, he nodded. "But I don't think I have a chance," he said.
"Why not?"
Tracey turned back to the mountain view. "Just 'cause of what she's gone through...losing Ash and all...she's already said that she doesn't want to get involved with anyone, 'cause no one really understands her situation..."
"But you do," the professor said. "You know what's happened. You understand her feelings. And you've been the only guy around here that's tried to help her out. Every other guy in this town just wants her for themselves, but you've got her feelings in mind whenever you're around her."
Tracey shook his head. "No," he said. "I don't want to put her in that position. She's still hurting over Ash's death, and if something were to happen between her and me...it would break her heart completely."
"Well, it is your choice," the professor said. "I've never told you what to do in your personal life before."
Tracey watched the professor walk away. He sighed. Love was way too complicated for him. *It wouldn't be if you had fallen for someone else!* his brain scolded him.
He sighed. "Life. It can really bite you in the butt sometimes."
* * *
Misty lay sprawled out on her bed, reading a book that she had recently borrowed from the library. She made a bit of a face at one of the pages and put it down. "Danielle Steel should meet me," she said. "I'm living what she writes..." She sat up. Her mind began to wander like so many times before. She finally clapped her hands over her eyes. "Why is this happening to me?!" she cried into her palms. "Why, out of six billion people on this planet, do I get dumped on?!"
Delia knocked on her door. "Mist?" she said. "Are you okay?"
Misty felt the rush of tears. She hadn't cried for a few months, but there was something about that day that was wreaking havoc on her. "No!" she cried. "I'm not okay!"
Delia rushed to her side. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Misty felt Delia's hand on her shouder. "Everything's wrong!" she wailed. "Nothing's working right for me anymore!"
Delia rubbed her shoulder. "Misty...I know how you feel, girl. But you have to try to make it work!"
"I don't want to anymore! I don't want to try anymore! I'm sick of it! I'm going nowhere and I'm sick of it!"
Delia pulled her close. "Oh, Misty...I wish so much that I could make you feel better...but perhaps I'm not the one you need to talk to if you want to feel better."
"What do you mean?" Misty asked.
"You know what I mean, Misty."
* * *
Tracey was sitting on a small bluff on the boundary of Professor Oak's research area. He had his sketchpad in hand, but wasn't concentrating on it. He was staring out at the sunset. He hadn't really expected the events of the last six or so months to affect him the way that they had, but they were. He supposed it was part of losing one's best friend, and being there when the thing that took the friend's life happened. He could still see that car coming at them whenever he tried to sleep. He could still hear Ash's voice, making him promise to look after Misty. He could still feel the anxiety of speaking at the trial.
"If only you were still here, Ash," he said. "Things would be so much simpler...none of this would have to be happening. You and Misty would be married...I'd still be working here...and we'd all be happy." He sighed. "I guess things just never go our way..."
"You got that right," Misty's voice came from behind him.
Tracey spun around. "Misty...I didn't see you there."
Misty sat down beside him. "I didn't expect you to." She sighed. "Beautiful sunset, huh?"
"Yeah," Tracey said.
"Ash and I used to do this...stare at the sunset...of course, he'd make an idiot out of himself by staring right at the sun and blinding himself for a week..."
Tracey laughed a little.
"It's funny how the things that used to bug me about him are the things that I want back so much now..."
"Like when Mr. Mime would try to sweep his face and Pikachu would zap everyone in the room?"
"Yeah," Misty said, a smile on her face. She was quiet for a moment, trying to think of something to say.
Tracey watched her as her eyes began to tear up. "Misty? You okay?" he asked.
Misty nodded. "I just...don't know how to say what I want to say right now..." she said. "And it's odd, 'cause I've said it before...just to a different person..."
Tracey knew where she was heading, but said nothing.
"Trace...I've tried so hard to put Ash's death behind me...but it's just so hard...I can't do it alone. I need someone to be there for me."
"What are you saying?" Tracey said softly.
"I'm saying that...you're the only one who's tried to help me through this...Delia and the professor did, too, of course, but...somehow, your help meant more to me...and I...I don't think that I can make it through anymore without you there with me..."
Tracey tried to sift through this information. "Are you saying..."
Misty looked at him, then at her hands. "I wish it was as easy as telling you that I loved you...because I know that I'm getting there...but there's always that voice in my head telling me that it's too soon...that I'll betray Ash by falling in love with you..." She burst into tears and buried her head in her hands.
Tracey looked out at the sun for a second before looking back to her. He slowly, hesitantly, wrapped one arm around her shoulder. "It's okay, Misty," he said softly. "I understand how you feel, to a point...and I'm here for you when you're ready."
Misty wiped her eyes and smiled at him. "You've always been such a good friend...and you're my first choice when I am ready to date again. It's just not now."
Tracey wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her close. "Take as long as you want to, Misty. It's your life, not mine."
* * *
FIVE YEARS LATER....
Misty sat at her desk, pen in hand, trying to think of a way to write what she wanted to write. Her newly evolved Togetic sat on the desk, too, eyeing the paper as if trying to figure out what it was for. Pikachu, who had refused to be seperated from Misty ever since Ash's death, sat on the bed, lecturing Togetic in Poké-language about sitting on 'people-stuff' that wasn't meant to be sat on.
Finally, Misty touched the pen to her paper and began to write.
'Dear Ash;
Some people would say that I'm crazy, writing to a person who's been gone for five and a half years, but somehow this makes me feel better. I know this letter will just blow away, or be stolen, or thrown out, but I think that you'll see it, wherever you are. Maybe you're even looking at it over my shoulder right now...that would be so you to do that.
It's been five and a half years now. I can't put it into words, how hard it's been without you. There have been times when I've lost faith in life completely...times where I've thought that death wasn't such a bad idea...after all, I'd be with you. But somehow, I managed to pull through. And where I am now, I know you would never believe. You remember how you told me that I deserved to move on, find someone to make me happy? Well...I guess I took your advice there. After I lost you, I realized that Tracey was there for me more than anyone else...it took a long time, but I finally worked up the nerve to ask him out...and we hit it off. We dated for about six months, and on the six-month anniversary of him and me as a couple, he asked me to marry him. Stupid me, I shot him down. I guess I just wasn't ready...he was so hurt...and I felt like crap. And that night, you came to me in a dream...you were just shaking your head...and telling me how stupid I was...but you were joking, 'cause you had that impish grin on your face the whole time...I woke up the next morning and he was gone. He went back to the Orange Islands. I thought that I had lost my chance until Professor Oak clued me in on where Tracey went. I motored down there as fast as I could (and met Rudy again...but that's a whole different story, and one you probably don't wanna hear!) and found him. I literally got down on my knees to apologize. I guess it's in my blood. I have to break a heart before I'll accept it. One day, I'll knock that off.
Anyway, he forgave me and we came back to Pallet Town. Three months later, we got married. We got married under this beautiful old gazebo. Your mother cried through the whole thing. As soon as the wedding march started playing, she broke down into tears and she didn't stop until Gary started making a butthead out of himself at the reception.
After that, Tracey headed out to university on Mandarin Island. Talk about a LONG four years...we were happy to see each other again, that's for sure. He's once again Professor Oak's asisstant...I guess he's happy doing that.
And just last year, we had our first baby. Geez, I can hear you laughing right now...you done yet? Good. Anyway, we had a little boy. His name is Kian Ashton...well, you know his last name. (A/N: I love Tracey and all, but I HATE his last name...I avoid writing it whenever I can.) Tracey's already worrying about how much he's gonna get picked on...I tell him to chill out. The baby's with Tracey now, that's how I found time to write this.
Your mother's doing fine. She's talked about dating, too, but I know she's happy the way she is. She misses you a lot, and we all have our days where we just cry 'cause we miss you so much, but we manage to go on.
Professor Oak..well, other than a few health problems, he's still going strong. He's undergoing some really big research on the Legendary Pokémon...and we were stunned beyond belief when Mew and Mewtwo appeared out of nowhere just to help him out...guess that means that Mewtwo's anger towards humans has disappeared...
Gary won the League last year. Yep, he's the Pokémon Master. But when he went up to accept his trophy, he dedicated his win to you. That made me, your mother, and the professor cry...
It's getting late now...I had better sign off...I don't really want to, 'cause writing this has made me feel like you're alive again...that you're just far away...but reality has to sink in sometime...I miss you with all of my heart, Ash, I always will, but trust in me when I say that I'm happy. I have a family now, and that's what I wanted. Maybe it's not with you, but I know you're watching me...with a goofy grin on your face and that stupid hat still on your head...I guess I can just see it.
Forever Love,
Misty'
THE END
A/N: Okay, happy? I didn't go into details! But that's just 'cause I didn't think writing a TAML would be that hard...but it was...I wonder how the Gymshippers do this, make up weird things with no physical evidence to back it up? Maybe I should try writing a Gymshippy thing *cough cough* ooh... *hack* I feel ill... *gag* Forget that. Anyway, I promise that this is the last depressing AAML I write, okay? All the rest of my AAMLs will be happy. Happy, happy, happy. And Misty will always end up with Ash in all my other ones. As for Brock, I'll try to write something where he's the normal girl-crazy hormone head he always is. If my next story is depressing, then you never have to read another one of my fics ever again. That's the Chik's promise.
Part 5 - Newfound Love
Disclaimer: I am so sick of saying this, but they're not freaking mine! Now leave me alone about it!
Summary: It's been six months since Ash's death and Brock's trial. Misty has been trying her best to go on, but now, an familiar feeling is creeping back into her heart...
A/N: It's all at the end. This is a really crappy chapter. Writer's block was threatening to pull me in as I wrote this. Good thing it's the end... *******************************************************************************************************************
Misty kneeled in front of Ash's grave, holding a small bouquet of white roses. She placed them on the stone marker. "Oh, Ash..." she said. Six months had passed since she had lost him. It was getting easier for her, but not by much. The trial that had followed his death had taken a lot out of all of them. Brock had been sentenced to twenty years in prison for Ash's murder and ten more for attempting to murder Tracey.
She sighed, wishing that she could just stop thinking about it. "I wish you could possibly know how much I miss you...it's so hard with you not here...I love you so much...I still love you. But..."
She shut her eyes. She hated it when there was a 'but' to it. For the past little while, she had been contemplating starting to date again. It wasn't an easy decision. Gary was making it slightly harder for her, constantly telling her that he was the only logical choice for her. He was a slightly better person now than he had been, and Misty had thought about dating him for a bit, but her eyes were on someone else. The one person that almost everyone thought that she would just walk right past, and yet, oddly the only person who had really tried to help her out for the past little while. The person that Ash had made to promise to watch over her after he was gone.
"I know you said that I shouldn't be lonely, that I should try to move on after you were gone...but I feel so guilty for falling for someone else...especially when that someone else is such a close friend..."
"Misty?" a voice said from behind her.
Misty stood up and turned around to see Delia walking up behind her.
"I woke up and saw that you were gone," Delia said. "I was a little worried...but I thought you'd be here."
Misty looked down at the grave. "It's been six months," she said.
"Yes...Misty, are you okay? You look like there's more on your mind."
Misty nodded. "I've been thinking of getting out there and dating again...but I feel like that would betray Ash...it's so hard..."
Delia smiled. "It's only as hard as you want to make it, Misty," she said. "Do you really want to start dating again, or do you just think that people expect you to by now?"
Misty bit her lip. "I guess it's sort of half and half, really," she said.
"What do you mean?"
Misty sighed. "I want to find someone...but I don't know if anyone would really understand what I've been through..."
Delia's smile grew. "Except for the man that you want to start dating," she said.
"Huh?" Misty asked, surprised.
"I always said that I consider you my daughter, Misty, and I can tell when you're hiding certain...romantic feelings from someone. It's all in your eyes. When you're around this person, I can see it."
Misty felt a smile begin to creep onto her face. "Well, if you know so much...who is it?"
Delia turned and pointed to the car. "My driver there."
Misty looked and saw Tracey sitting in the front seat. He waved and she quickly turned away. "How did you know?" she asked.
"Like I said, it's in the eyes." She sighed. "Misty, there's nothing wrong with it. Love is the heart's department, not the mind's. You don't think love, you feel love. And if Tracey's the one that your heart wants to fall for, let it." She laughed a bit. "Plus, I think he feels pretty much the same way. He's terrible at hiding it."
Misty smiled and followed Delia back to the car.
* * *
Professor Oak found Tracey leaning on a fence, looking out at the mountains. "Tracey, I have to ask you...are you all right?" he said.
Tracey turned around. "Yeah, I'm fine, professor," he said. "Why do you ask?"
"I don't know...I've just noticed that you seem to be...distracted lately."
"Oh," Tracey said, looking at his hands.
"It's not a problem," the professor said. "I'm just wondering if you're okay, that's all."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Tracey said.
The professor looked at him for a few more seconds before speaking again. "It's Misty, isn't it?" he said.
"What?" Tracey said, looking a little startled.
"Tracey, you are so terrible at hiding things. I can tell that you're falling for that girl."
Tracey bit his lip. "It's that obvious?" he said.
The professor nodded. "Yes, it is," he said. "So, are you?" He knew the answer, he just wanted to get it out of Tracey himself.
Tracey was quiet. Finally, he nodded. "But I don't think I have a chance," he said.
"Why not?"
Tracey turned back to the mountain view. "Just 'cause of what she's gone through...losing Ash and all...she's already said that she doesn't want to get involved with anyone, 'cause no one really understands her situation..."
"But you do," the professor said. "You know what's happened. You understand her feelings. And you've been the only guy around here that's tried to help her out. Every other guy in this town just wants her for themselves, but you've got her feelings in mind whenever you're around her."
Tracey shook his head. "No," he said. "I don't want to put her in that position. She's still hurting over Ash's death, and if something were to happen between her and me...it would break her heart completely."
"Well, it is your choice," the professor said. "I've never told you what to do in your personal life before."
Tracey watched the professor walk away. He sighed. Love was way too complicated for him. *It wouldn't be if you had fallen for someone else!* his brain scolded him.
He sighed. "Life. It can really bite you in the butt sometimes."
* * *
Misty lay sprawled out on her bed, reading a book that she had recently borrowed from the library. She made a bit of a face at one of the pages and put it down. "Danielle Steel should meet me," she said. "I'm living what she writes..." She sat up. Her mind began to wander like so many times before. She finally clapped her hands over her eyes. "Why is this happening to me?!" she cried into her palms. "Why, out of six billion people on this planet, do I get dumped on?!"
Delia knocked on her door. "Mist?" she said. "Are you okay?"
Misty felt the rush of tears. She hadn't cried for a few months, but there was something about that day that was wreaking havoc on her. "No!" she cried. "I'm not okay!"
Delia rushed to her side. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Misty felt Delia's hand on her shouder. "Everything's wrong!" she wailed. "Nothing's working right for me anymore!"
Delia rubbed her shoulder. "Misty...I know how you feel, girl. But you have to try to make it work!"
"I don't want to anymore! I don't want to try anymore! I'm sick of it! I'm going nowhere and I'm sick of it!"
Delia pulled her close. "Oh, Misty...I wish so much that I could make you feel better...but perhaps I'm not the one you need to talk to if you want to feel better."
"What do you mean?" Misty asked.
"You know what I mean, Misty."
* * *
Tracey was sitting on a small bluff on the boundary of Professor Oak's research area. He had his sketchpad in hand, but wasn't concentrating on it. He was staring out at the sunset. He hadn't really expected the events of the last six or so months to affect him the way that they had, but they were. He supposed it was part of losing one's best friend, and being there when the thing that took the friend's life happened. He could still see that car coming at them whenever he tried to sleep. He could still hear Ash's voice, making him promise to look after Misty. He could still feel the anxiety of speaking at the trial.
"If only you were still here, Ash," he said. "Things would be so much simpler...none of this would have to be happening. You and Misty would be married...I'd still be working here...and we'd all be happy." He sighed. "I guess things just never go our way..."
"You got that right," Misty's voice came from behind him.
Tracey spun around. "Misty...I didn't see you there."
Misty sat down beside him. "I didn't expect you to." She sighed. "Beautiful sunset, huh?"
"Yeah," Tracey said.
"Ash and I used to do this...stare at the sunset...of course, he'd make an idiot out of himself by staring right at the sun and blinding himself for a week..."
Tracey laughed a little.
"It's funny how the things that used to bug me about him are the things that I want back so much now..."
"Like when Mr. Mime would try to sweep his face and Pikachu would zap everyone in the room?"
"Yeah," Misty said, a smile on her face. She was quiet for a moment, trying to think of something to say.
Tracey watched her as her eyes began to tear up. "Misty? You okay?" he asked.
Misty nodded. "I just...don't know how to say what I want to say right now..." she said. "And it's odd, 'cause I've said it before...just to a different person..."
Tracey knew where she was heading, but said nothing.
"Trace...I've tried so hard to put Ash's death behind me...but it's just so hard...I can't do it alone. I need someone to be there for me."
"What are you saying?" Tracey said softly.
"I'm saying that...you're the only one who's tried to help me through this...Delia and the professor did, too, of course, but...somehow, your help meant more to me...and I...I don't think that I can make it through anymore without you there with me..."
Tracey tried to sift through this information. "Are you saying..."
Misty looked at him, then at her hands. "I wish it was as easy as telling you that I loved you...because I know that I'm getting there...but there's always that voice in my head telling me that it's too soon...that I'll betray Ash by falling in love with you..." She burst into tears and buried her head in her hands.
Tracey looked out at the sun for a second before looking back to her. He slowly, hesitantly, wrapped one arm around her shoulder. "It's okay, Misty," he said softly. "I understand how you feel, to a point...and I'm here for you when you're ready."
Misty wiped her eyes and smiled at him. "You've always been such a good friend...and you're my first choice when I am ready to date again. It's just not now."
Tracey wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her close. "Take as long as you want to, Misty. It's your life, not mine."
* * *
FIVE YEARS LATER....
Misty sat at her desk, pen in hand, trying to think of a way to write what she wanted to write. Her newly evolved Togetic sat on the desk, too, eyeing the paper as if trying to figure out what it was for. Pikachu, who had refused to be seperated from Misty ever since Ash's death, sat on the bed, lecturing Togetic in Poké-language about sitting on 'people-stuff' that wasn't meant to be sat on.
Finally, Misty touched the pen to her paper and began to write.
'Dear Ash;
Some people would say that I'm crazy, writing to a person who's been gone for five and a half years, but somehow this makes me feel better. I know this letter will just blow away, or be stolen, or thrown out, but I think that you'll see it, wherever you are. Maybe you're even looking at it over my shoulder right now...that would be so you to do that.
It's been five and a half years now. I can't put it into words, how hard it's been without you. There have been times when I've lost faith in life completely...times where I've thought that death wasn't such a bad idea...after all, I'd be with you. But somehow, I managed to pull through. And where I am now, I know you would never believe. You remember how you told me that I deserved to move on, find someone to make me happy? Well...I guess I took your advice there. After I lost you, I realized that Tracey was there for me more than anyone else...it took a long time, but I finally worked up the nerve to ask him out...and we hit it off. We dated for about six months, and on the six-month anniversary of him and me as a couple, he asked me to marry him. Stupid me, I shot him down. I guess I just wasn't ready...he was so hurt...and I felt like crap. And that night, you came to me in a dream...you were just shaking your head...and telling me how stupid I was...but you were joking, 'cause you had that impish grin on your face the whole time...I woke up the next morning and he was gone. He went back to the Orange Islands. I thought that I had lost my chance until Professor Oak clued me in on where Tracey went. I motored down there as fast as I could (and met Rudy again...but that's a whole different story, and one you probably don't wanna hear!) and found him. I literally got down on my knees to apologize. I guess it's in my blood. I have to break a heart before I'll accept it. One day, I'll knock that off.
Anyway, he forgave me and we came back to Pallet Town. Three months later, we got married. We got married under this beautiful old gazebo. Your mother cried through the whole thing. As soon as the wedding march started playing, she broke down into tears and she didn't stop until Gary started making a butthead out of himself at the reception.
After that, Tracey headed out to university on Mandarin Island. Talk about a LONG four years...we were happy to see each other again, that's for sure. He's once again Professor Oak's asisstant...I guess he's happy doing that.
And just last year, we had our first baby. Geez, I can hear you laughing right now...you done yet? Good. Anyway, we had a little boy. His name is Kian Ashton...well, you know his last name. (A/N: I love Tracey and all, but I HATE his last name...I avoid writing it whenever I can.) Tracey's already worrying about how much he's gonna get picked on...I tell him to chill out. The baby's with Tracey now, that's how I found time to write this.
Your mother's doing fine. She's talked about dating, too, but I know she's happy the way she is. She misses you a lot, and we all have our days where we just cry 'cause we miss you so much, but we manage to go on.
Professor Oak..well, other than a few health problems, he's still going strong. He's undergoing some really big research on the Legendary Pokémon...and we were stunned beyond belief when Mew and Mewtwo appeared out of nowhere just to help him out...guess that means that Mewtwo's anger towards humans has disappeared...
Gary won the League last year. Yep, he's the Pokémon Master. But when he went up to accept his trophy, he dedicated his win to you. That made me, your mother, and the professor cry...
It's getting late now...I had better sign off...I don't really want to, 'cause writing this has made me feel like you're alive again...that you're just far away...but reality has to sink in sometime...I miss you with all of my heart, Ash, I always will, but trust in me when I say that I'm happy. I have a family now, and that's what I wanted. Maybe it's not with you, but I know you're watching me...with a goofy grin on your face and that stupid hat still on your head...I guess I can just see it.
Forever Love,
Misty'
THE END
A/N: Okay, happy? I didn't go into details! But that's just 'cause I didn't think writing a TAML would be that hard...but it was...I wonder how the Gymshippers do this, make up weird things with no physical evidence to back it up? Maybe I should try writing a Gymshippy thing *cough cough* ooh... *hack* I feel ill... *gag* Forget that. Anyway, I promise that this is the last depressing AAML I write, okay? All the rest of my AAMLs will be happy. Happy, happy, happy. And Misty will always end up with Ash in all my other ones. As for Brock, I'll try to write something where he's the normal girl-crazy hormone head he always is. If my next story is depressing, then you never have to read another one of my fics ever again. That's the Chik's promise.