A/N: I'm trying to get a little more out there for you guys to read. I understand how annoying it is to wait and wait for the next chapter and I feel guilty about delaying in my writing. So here goes!

Jacket

Jack-et: n. 1. A short coat, usu. extending to the hip. 2. An outer covering or casing.

She wasn't really sure of what she should say as Delia held out the blue, yellow, and white short sleeved jacket out to her. She hadn't seen the material for about three years, and then it had been worn about every day by the raven-haired trainer that she had become attached to. Her cerulean eyes gazed at the jacket a few seconds more before locking with the soft hazel orbs of Ash's mother. The older woman smiled softly, unfolding the material and opening it so that she could help Misty put it on.

The redhead did so, slipping one arm through and then the other, blushing as Delia let go and the jacket closed around her, falling into her slim form and fitting around her curves. Ash had been small then and the jacket had been slightly big, now that it had been a while the jacket almost seemed to have shrunk but it fit Misty like it was made for her. Unfortunately she couldn't smell his unique scent; instead she inhaled the freshener of Delia's laundry soap.

"He would have wanted you to have it," the older woman said gently patting the redhead on the shoulder as she hid her tears. It was the tears that mothers shed when they think about their little boys growing up and becoming men.

"I don't know Mrs. Ketchum. Ash isn't the type to just give things away," Misty replied sighing and turning to Delia with a sad smile.

"He won't even remember he has it so I'm sure you can go ahead and keep it," The honey-brown haired mother led her to the front door and gave Misty another reassuring smile, "it looks good on you dear. Thanks for visiting," and with that Misty was walking off the white porch and on her way back to Cerulean. She kicked at a few stones in her way, her own tears building into her eyes as she thought about what Delia had mentioned. Maybe it was true that Ash wouldn't remember. He had to grow up someday right? And when you grow up you move onto greater and bigger things and forget about the past.

It wasn't something that she particularly liked, but knew that there was some truth in the saying. She herself was growing up and her own styles from being a tomboy back then had changed with her current status of being the Cerulean Gym Leader. The only thing that made her really regret growing up was the fact that she no longer had a future with Ash Ketchum. She would always be his past and he would always be moving on to more amazing things in his life. He was destined for greater and better things and she was slowly accepting that.

As a cool breeze began to blow she grabbed onto her new jacket, and pulled it around her stopping at a familiar spot by the slow moving water. With a small smile she knew that maybe there would be a time that he would come back and she could eventually tell him exactly how much he meant to her. Maybe they would have a future.

A/N: At least we all hope right? Anyways, if you are shocked by the length don't be. I'm trying to get a boom out of something that has fewer words you know? It's quite a challenge I think, but its fun as well. Please review!

~waterfalls