2 months and 3 weeks later...
I cannot walk now.. My strength has been sapped.. My death... I never thought I would think about it like this.. I'm so sorry Misty. I can't stay much longer...
"Ash. I brought your Dinner." Misty calls.
"Thank you" I barely croak out.
"Don't talk, Ash. Rest after you eat. Tomorrow is a new day."
I take her advice. "Misty... Brave misty.. Queen of my dreams.. Owning my heart.. Why art thou so beautiful.. Why am I so cruel? Sometimes death picks me up... I fight it every time. Just for you, Misty, its all for you."
Misty curls up next to me and we fall asleep, hands clasped, minds linked, souls united, in peace. "...goodbye"
