centerStop Holding Back
Disclaimer: I don't own poke'mon.
Age
Ash: 25
bJC: Ok, this is just a fic I had buzzing around in my head.
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****Ash's POV********
I stand in front of a tom-stone, a tom-stone that has an angel on top. It says on it 'Misty Waterflower, loving wife, loving sister, loving mother and Water Poke'mon Master. 2000-2020'.
It all happened four years ago, today.
********It's kinda a flashback Still Ash's POV********
My wife, Misty Waterflower and I where going out to enjoy our second anniversary. She wore a beautiful blue gown and I wore a black and white tux. We where going to a fancy restraint, so we sat in a fancy limo. She sat right next to me. You know, it's kind of funny, one second the love of you life is right there next to you and the next there gone.
Are limo driver ran right through a red light. An eighteen-wheeler came right for us, and then hit us before anybody could do anything. I got up with only a few scratches and bruises, but not Misty.
The doctors say she hit her head on the roof and her skull shattered. She didn't even have a chance. So the mother of our one-year-old son, died.
Sometimes I hope this is all just one big nightmare and I'll wake up soon to see her lying right next to me. Sometimes I even hope I will wake up and see that I was the one that died or even maybe I'd still be on my journey. Chances of that happening now are very slim.
(JC: I know, I going back and forth from the present and the past. But, I really don't know what else to do for this story.)
*******Now back at the tom-stone********
I get out of my daydream of thoughts from a little tug on my hand. It's my son. He has red hair and blue eye's, just like his mom.
My vision is going a bit blurry from tears, but I try to hold them back as best as I can. "What's wrong daddy?" His sweet little voice asked. I look down at him and say. "Nothing that I can't handle, little one."
Then I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see it's my best friend, Brock. "Stop holding back." Where his simple words but I know what he meant.
More and more tears where going to my eyes and coming out. I haven't cried in four years, it feels like a whole ton was lifted off my shoulders. Brock put me in a strong hug as so did my boy.
We stood there for a while, with me crying. As that time passed, three words echoed through my head.
Stop holding back...
THE END
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JC: Kinda stupid, huh? Well tell me what you think in a review. Well, till next story.
J
Disclaimer: I don't own poke'mon.
Age
Ash: 25
bJC: Ok, this is just a fic I had buzzing around in my head.
**********************
****Ash's POV********
I stand in front of a tom-stone, a tom-stone that has an angel on top. It says on it 'Misty Waterflower, loving wife, loving sister, loving mother and Water Poke'mon Master. 2000-2020'.
It all happened four years ago, today.
********It's kinda a flashback Still Ash's POV********
My wife, Misty Waterflower and I where going out to enjoy our second anniversary. She wore a beautiful blue gown and I wore a black and white tux. We where going to a fancy restraint, so we sat in a fancy limo. She sat right next to me. You know, it's kind of funny, one second the love of you life is right there next to you and the next there gone.
Are limo driver ran right through a red light. An eighteen-wheeler came right for us, and then hit us before anybody could do anything. I got up with only a few scratches and bruises, but not Misty.
The doctors say she hit her head on the roof and her skull shattered. She didn't even have a chance. So the mother of our one-year-old son, died.
Sometimes I hope this is all just one big nightmare and I'll wake up soon to see her lying right next to me. Sometimes I even hope I will wake up and see that I was the one that died or even maybe I'd still be on my journey. Chances of that happening now are very slim.
(JC: I know, I going back and forth from the present and the past. But, I really don't know what else to do for this story.)
*******Now back at the tom-stone********
I get out of my daydream of thoughts from a little tug on my hand. It's my son. He has red hair and blue eye's, just like his mom.
My vision is going a bit blurry from tears, but I try to hold them back as best as I can. "What's wrong daddy?" His sweet little voice asked. I look down at him and say. "Nothing that I can't handle, little one."
Then I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see it's my best friend, Brock. "Stop holding back." Where his simple words but I know what he meant.
More and more tears where going to my eyes and coming out. I haven't cried in four years, it feels like a whole ton was lifted off my shoulders. Brock put me in a strong hug as so did my boy.
We stood there for a while, with me crying. As that time passed, three words echoed through my head.
Stop holding back...
THE END
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JC: Kinda stupid, huh? Well tell me what you think in a review. Well, till next story.
J