A/N: How's it going ya'll? Been a while right? Well, I decided to update so don't be too upset at me, life gets crazy for all of us sometimes you know. Anyways, I was going through the fan fiction and I found that there aren't too many that are that interesting enough to read and I wanted to get mine finished anyways. I'm still thinking of doing a story, but I won't promise anything. Anyways…enjoy!

Tears

Tears: n. 1. A drop of the clear salty liquid that is secreted by the lachrymal gland of the eye to lubricate the surface between the eyeball and eyelid and to wash away irritants. 2. A profusion of this liquid spilling from the eyes and wetting the cheeks, especially as an expression of emotion. 3. The act of weeping.

I guess I wasn't really thinking of anything as I stood on the beach by myself, staring out into the vast ocean.

Most people come to the ocean for fun or for a day of escape, I suppose that is why I decided to stop by and visit the one thing that made me the calmest. Well, anything with water made me calm, but I felt better surrounded by lots of the substance, and I loved the sea salt air and I loved to feel the breeze whipping through my hair. I didn't know where else to turn, my video phone at home was constantly ringing off the hook, and my pokegear kept buzzing with missed calls and messages. I guess I should answer them sooner or later, but my heart wasn't ready for it yet. I wasn't ready to for people to tell me that yes, it was true.

I'm not a crier, never have been. I stand here now, watching the waves fall over each other again and again and I remember that not even when I was younger had I actually cried. Sure, I let my eyes fill up with a few tears, but I never allowed myself to break down into actual sobbing. My sisters made me angry, but they never made me sad enough to shed tears over it. They made me a strong person, I could handle their teasing and their meanness without too much effort, they weren't smart enough to actually hurt me anyways. I hadn't cried when I traveled with my friends either, I had almost when I thought one of my best friends died back in Lavender Town and maybe tears showed up when that same friend's Squirtle decided to leave our group for a firefighting squad. But as I said before, I never really broke down before.

My parents had never been there for me, they left when I was younger and I had really never known a parents love. Sometimes I wonder how that feels like, but when I'm surrounded by my sisters and friends I feel like it shouldn't worry me when I can feel all their love. So even that never made me cry at night like I heard it had to some kids. I never really understood why I gained such good friends in the first place. It was by accident of course, through one mistake made by a fishing hook. I guess I should be glad I decided to take the day off and fish at that particular spot, I wouldn't have felt the love that I have felt otherwise.

That's what stopped me then, as I sank my toes deeper into the warm and silky sand. I shouldn't have remembered my feelings, the feelings that I tried to bury deep beneath the surface. It had been so recent, that I could barely stand it, how I couldn't even tell him of my most pure and true feelings. My bottom lip was trembling now, something that only happened when it was cold, and I could feel my body fighting off this strange and mysterious emotion that was overtaking my body. It hurt a little as I fought off this feeling, it hurt so much that I had to wrap my arms around myself to keep from falling apart and yet I couldn't stop thinking now. His face was there, in my mind, and just the want of holding him again was enough to send me over the edge.

He was my dearest friend, my closest friend. At least, that's what I hoped we had been. I hadn't seen too much of him lately, he had been too busy and I had been too afraid to approach him because of my constant feelings for him every time he was around. It must have been too obvious I guess, I know he must have at least found out because after his last visit, he hardly called or left me any kind of message to let me know he was alright…what a joke.

My eyes started burning suddenly and I brought my hands to swipe at them when I felt something wet fall, and trickle down my cheek. They were tears…why did they have to fall out now at such a random time? I wiped them away and yet they kept falling, streaming down my cheek and under my chin, my body racking hard and shuddering from the effort of trying to stop them. This didn't happen to me, I never cried, nothing was worth this hurt. Could they be for him? Could just the memory of his last smile at me before he left for the new region be what was causing me to hurt so much?

He had looked at me so sadly, and his eyes betrayed the secret he tried to hide. He must have heard me and my sisters talking about him the night before, the night before he would be leaving. They had been trying to convince me that it was time for me to grow up and let him know how much I had loved him and how much I thought of him. I of course denied it all and refused to give up such a precious feeling, it wasn't the right time. He had more important thing is to worry about; becoming a pokemon master was one of them. And yet, he must have found out anyways. That day at the Cerulean docks was so strange, our goodbye almost weird. The last I had heard from him.

I was full on crying now, my sobs echoing in my ears as I fell to the sand, grasping onto my sides as I let the tears fall freely now. It almost felt a little better to let it all out, instead of trying to be strong and keep them to myself like I did most of the time. I almost didn't hear my pokegear buzzing this time, hard and loud inside my short's pockets vibrating the side of my thigh. I coughed and choked on my sobs, letting the device buzz some more and come to a stop so I could gain my dignity and slow down my emotions. I stared out once again at the ocean, thinking of nothing and letting my sobs die down, so that a few more tears could fall silently. My side buzzed again, and I took a shaky breath before pulling the white and pink pokegear out of my pocket.

I took a deep breath as Brock's name came across the screen, his picture was of him smiling and holding onto a very surprised Nurse Joy. I had been the one to snap that shot, using it as his contact picture. I took one more calming breath and clicked the on button, wiping the last of my tears away.

"Hey Brock," I answered albeit soft and croaky.

"Misty…" he didn't call for any good news by just the sound of his voice, and I wondered why I had decided to answer in the first place. I wasn't ready for this; I wasn't ready for the truth. "They found him."

The tears were building up again, and my body began trembling. I opened my mouth to say something, but instead a soft whimper escaped the back of my throat. I caught the choke from Brock, and I realized he too had been crying and he was trying to control himself for me.

"Delia identified him a few hours ago. We tried to call you earlier...but you weren't answering. Misty, I'm sorry but-"

"Don't! Please Brock, please don't say it!" I cried out, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces, the last of my control slipping away as my new sobs flew free before I could stop them. Brock, he too was crying along with me.

"Misty you have to know he's not coming back. Me not saying it isn't going to change anything. I'm sorry but Ash is dead and we need you in Pallet right now. Delia needs you, May, Dawn, Max, Iris, Cilan, and I need you. Misty…Pikachu needs you."

I couldn't stop now. Didn't Brock understand I couldn't be the strong one this time, that I was hurting as much as them? I wouldn't be able to make anyone feel better, because I didn't want to accept this, I couldn't.

"And I think you need us." Brock whispered. I wondered then, if my tears would ever stop.

A/N: OMG…I think I accomplished a sad one. Let me know what you all think while I'll go wipe away my tears =)

~waterfalls