Broken memories
Chapter one: "Live through the pain"
Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon…
Sorry for taking so long! I focused on my other stories and left this one behind… -_- Anyway, here's the new chapter, and I hope you all like it!
Thank you time:
Amber Myst: My first reviewer on this fic! Thank you so much for that! I do hope you find the story interesting… I had a bit of writer's block (not that I'm actually a writer… -_-) so I just hope this is a good chapter… Tell me what you think! ^_~
Liddo-Kun: Thank you for reviewing! I know it was a sad chapter… A bit to much perhaps… But I tried to think like Misty would in that situation, and that's how I wrote the chapter… Things kind of pour out of me… ^_^ I guess I was a bit depressed that day too, so I guess it did help! ^.^
Shipperness: God, I loved your review! ^_^ I'm glad you liked the first chapter! I just hop you like this one too… And please, feel free to send constructive reviews because I'm always trying to improve my writing style!
And finally, the story…
4 years later…
"I love you, don't you forget that…" Ash said passionately, before he hung up.
Misty was looking at her window, absent-minded, with teary eyes.
"He's slowly moving away from me…" she whispered sadly.
He hadn't noticed yet, but she knew it too well… She had given up long ago the stupid notions she used to believe… 'Our love is stronger than any distance, we will make it, together…' Oh, how naïve she was… Misty was forced to mature in the past years because of the suffering she had been through, living every day in a painful solitude that torn her apart… Had she become a bitter person? She tried not to, but it was difficult sometimes… Now, seeing the young couples walk together in the streets, holding hands with a blissful smile in their lips, only made her want to scream with pain, jealousy, sadness… She wanted to be with him, she needed to be with him… Did four years of pain give her the right to demand that? To demand that Ash left his dreams and returned to her? Almost every time Misty asked herself that, she would reply fiercely 'no', but in the cold winter nights, in her lonely walks through the park, in the rainy afternoons where she stayed by her window crying, her will became weak, and she would give anything to be with him just one more time… It was then she would hold on to the memories she had of him, letting her tears fall, taking with them the weakness she didn't want, the weakness she couldn't have if she wished for him to be happy…
"Who ever said love was easy?" Misty asked herself mournfully, a small bitter smile lingering in her lips.
His phone calls were fewer, but she couldn't blame him, he had other things to worry about… Was he taking her for granted? She hated herself for doing this… Thinking of him like an awful person he wasn't… She hated to blame Ash and his stupid stubbornness for all the anguish she was feeling… But a few phone calls and letters weren't enough to keep a relationship alive… Why didn't she tell him this? Misty would rather die a bit every day, drown in her own tears, than seeing Ash coming back with a bunch of hard feelings and broken dreams… Hey, she was still a caring human being after all!
"Might as well take a walk in the park, sitting here obviously doesn't help me…" Misty said out loud, grabbing a blue coat and leaving her room quietly.
She went down the stairs in a slow, agonizing pace, shedding a tear with step she took.
"Pathetic Misty…" she said to herself disapprovingly, wiping her tears and then rubbing her hands, trying to warm them.
Yes, the winter… Perfect to uncover her already unstable emotions, leaving her completely shattered… Nothing she wasn't used to, anyway…
Walking slowly, Misty made her way to Cerulean City Park, leaving behind her small foggy clouds, produced by her breaths. She went to a small wooden bench and sat down, completely exhausted from all the emotions she let, once again, surface…
Anyway, what was keeping her in here? She should just leave this all behind and find Ash… But she couldn't… She had responsibilities, she had to keep her promises… Her sisters' selfish attitude and reckless behaviour was, again, a problem… They didn't care at all for what Misty could feel and kept going in that stupid trips… She hated them! She hated him, for not being there with her…
All she had of him now were his few phone calls, some letters and precious memories… Well, besides the memories, that most times were too painful to remember, she still preferred the letters… They had so much of him… His thoughts, his smell, his time… Most of all, the time that he dedicated only to her… Although in the phone she could hear his voice, sometimes he was distracted, in a hurry, and she felt once more alone, once more rejected…
"Can't he send me his voice in a letter? Or at least his heart in a whisper? There I go again… I'm turning into one of my selfish sisters…" Misty said with trembling voice.
Raindrops started to pour and the wind blew stronger but Misty didn't move. She was still too tired, absorbed in memories and thoughts that she knew too well…
Brock was a useful help for a while… He shared the same pain and he too missed Ash… She could talk to him, tell him all the things she wasn't able to tell Ash, and for a while she felt better… Just bit better, though. But Brock had to leave too… He was offered a job as Professor Elm's assistant and he couldn't miss that chance… He didn't want to leave Misty, he knew she needed help and support… But as Misty did with Ash, she couldn't let Brock waste his future, so she managed a huge smile and some reassuring words that were able to convince Brock, and even herself for a while… And then again she was left alone… Funny thing, you can be surrounded by millions of people, but still feel absolutely alone… Well, but working in the gym could be both a curse and a blessing… Fighting everyday with dozens of trainers keep her occupied and free to even smile sometimes… And slowly she was able to get on her feet again… Safe from her tears during the day, when she battled with her pokémon, and at night accepting her fate, trying to gather strengths to live for another day, waiting for Ash…
By this time, Misty was completely soaked, shaking from the cold and her still weak heart…
"Still not totally cured from my sadness, but attempting at least…" Misty said, finally smiling wider.
She didn't notice someone approach her discreetly, holding an umbrella, until the person asked uncertain:
"Misty Waterflower?"
Misty snapped out of her thoughts and quickly looked at the person. Who was it?
"Yes, I'm Misty… and who are you?" she replied suspiciously.
"I'm Rudy's sister, Marie, and I'm afraid I need your help…" the girl replied nervously, looking away, guilt clouding her eyes.
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Meanwhile, in America…
"I have to call her Pikachu, I didn't want to ruin the surprise, but she seemed so sad…" Ash said to his long time companion.
The pokémon nodded approvingly and quickly handled his master the phone.
"Thanks buddy…" Ash said kindly to his pokémon.
The young man dialled his girlfriend's number nervously.
Would she like the surprise? He was planning to come to Kanto and pick her up for his final match in the American League… He had won the semi-final in that exact day, and the finals were scheduled a month later, giving the trainers some more time to rest and, if they wanted to, train his pokémon. The tournament had been really tough, and he really used the rest… But he wanted to rest with Misty, to spend time with her… He hadn't done that for so long… He hadn't stare into her beautiful blue eyes, telling her that he loved her for too long…
"But there is always the Gym…" he thought, while he waited for her to pick up the phone.
That's why he thought he should meet her the day before the match… After the whole tournament was over, he could return to Kanto with her and finally be with her… But that would only happen if Misty answered the phone…
"Come on Misty, pick up…" Ash muttered in a low tone, while tapping his fingers in the small table right beside his bed.
While Ash hold the phone with his right hand, his left on opened a drawer and took a small navy blue velvet box. He smiled sweetly and his eyes shone brighter.
"Come one sleepy, pick up…" he said once more, looking at his little yellow friend, sighing wearily.
"Do you think she got out?" Ash asked Pikachu.
The pokémon looked at him curiously and shrugged. How should he know?
"Oh well… I guess she had funnier things to do… I'll talk to her tomorrow…" Ash said miserably and hung up.
"I just wonder why I get this strange bad feeling all of a sudden…" he said to himself worriedly, turning to look at a picture in the small table.
It was a picture of a young, redhead girl. It was a picture of his redhead. A picture of his Misty.
Finally done!
Sorry for the delay!
I hope you like it!
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Cosmik