Why?
A/N: This could either be pure stupidity or a wonderful love story. AAMRN as usual. Byebye now
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon! It would be easier to beat Charizard with a Caterpie than sue me.
I don't know what to do. I'm the only one awake around our campfire tonight. I'm freezing. I want to go back to Cerualean and get some more clothes. I can't believe what I have to do. I'm leaving, now , when no-one can stop me. I don't want to leave. I'm going back to the gym, and that's that. I can't bear looking at him as I pack my bags. I stumble through the forest, drowning in tears, joyful that I finally had a Pokeball for Togepi so I could just be alone. No-one ever knew who I was again. I went by the name Ashley (in memory of the one I loved.) My hair grew out and I felt like a completely different person. After my "sisters" left the gym, I offered to buy it. I spent every day and every night praying for a second chance with the one I loved.
How'd you like it? Please R&R to tell me. PLEASE!!! Well, I guess I do like Pokemon again after all. Hehe. Promise: next chapter WILL be longer. Thanx for reading!!!