Hi everyone!

A few years ago, I wrote a fic called 'Say you won't let go', but deleted it along with my other fanfics.

After receiving some much-needed inspiration, I've decided to revive it… changing the story line a little. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, it's meant to be a little shorter than normal. You'll see why in the next part…

(Also, if you are reading my other fic 'Every Rose Has It's Thorn', I've taken a brief pause from it to pursue this story. It will be updated soon!)

Hope you enjoy!

X

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The fairy lights that strung across the ceiling of her bedroom, twinkled brightly as the night grew darker. The sun had hidden away for the time being, only to be replaced by the glow of the moon, in the black, star-lit sky.

"It's beautiful isn't it Eevee? The moon…" she sighed tiredly, receiving a squeak of agreement from her little pokemon.

She loved the clarity of the night sky. It always seemed to bring her back to the nights she would spend outdoors in her sleeping bag. The ground would be rough and she'd often be cold, but she didn't care because she could just look up and there it was… the night sky, filled with a million delicate stars. She would rave on to her two companions about how lovely it was to fall asleep under the stars and they would listen to her, smirks on their faces as they had their proof; that even though she acted like a typical tough and independent girl, she was still hopeless romantic Misty, at heart.

But on this particular Spring evening, she had other things on her mind than the beauty of the moon, however romantic she thought it to be.

Misty sat cross-legged on her bed, her head held up lazily by her right palm, Eevee curled up comfortably in her lap. Her gaze was fixated on the object in front of her now. The object, a stick, sat on her bedside table and unlike the pearly white of the moon, it was dull in colour. She waited impatiently, tears threatening to fall from her eyes at any moment. She hated that this thing was so small, yet had so much power over her right now. She knew the outcome would be no different, it was the third one she had used after all, but she still found herself hoping things weren't as they seemed and the results held by the first two had both been mistakes.

"What's taking so long?" she groaned in annoyance, bringing her fingers to her temples in attempt to massage away the throbbing growing stronger in her head. Her red hair fell in loose waves down her back, somewhat darkened in colour, due to the years of daily swimming lessons with her Pokemon. Growing more and more irritable, she found herself wishing to be back in that time when a night as beautiful as this brought her such joy. For being a ten-year-old was so much easier than being the twenty-two-year-old she was now. So much had changed… and so quickly. It was more than the girl could handle.

Running a hand through her auburn locks, the sound of a phone snapped her attention from the stick before her.

"Ring, ring, ring… Ring, ring, ring… Phone call… Phone call!" the machine buzzed from the foyer below her. She had deliberately ignored the cries of her cell phone, and with eight missed phone calls and three texts, chances are someone was trying to reach her by means of the Cerulean City Gym phone line. The tone continued to echo, Misty ignoring it in the hope that someone else would get up to silence it. Luckily for her, her sister had called out, informing them all that she would answer it. She concluded that it was Daisy. Not just because Misty could hear her voice, but because she knew Violet and Lily, her other two sisters, couldn't step away from their mirrors in enough time to beat the voicemail.

Turning back to her bedside table, Misty's stomach plummeted. The stick had given her its answer. Her lip trembled as tears began to fall from her eyes, Daisy's voice pulling her from her emotions for a split second.

"Misty! It's for you!" Her sister sang out cheerily, unaware of the state the home's youngest resident was currently in.

"Who is it?!" Misty returned, clearing her throat to avoid sounding like she was choking up. She hoped it wasn't him. This was bad enough for her to digest… she couldn't tell him. Not after everything that had happened, what she had just found out.

"It's Brock… he like needs to talk to you!" Daisy continued, shocking Misty that Brock was able to get out a few words, let alone a whole sentence, when Daisy answered the video phone, instead of her.

"Umm… can you tell him I'm busy?" Misty called out again in reply. Part of her was relieved that it wasn't the man she thought it was, but at the same time, she was in no mood to talk to anyone at all right now.

"He says its urgent!"

Misty groaned, shifting Eevee from her lap and hiding the stick on her bedside table in her underwear drawer. Wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath before walking out of her bedroom and towards the direction of the phone.

"I'll be getting ready in my room Misty!" Daisy chirped, offering Misty her seat in front of the phone, not noticing the younger girl's reddened face and puffy eyes.

Misty nodded, taking her seat and bringing the phone to her ear, Brock's face filling the screen in front of her.

"Hey Brock… what's up?" greeted Misty, trying to hide her lack of enthusiasm with a forced smile.

"Misty! Thank goodness you answered! I need your help!" Brock blurted, jumping up from his chair and displaying two dress shirts on hangers to the girl behind the screen in front of him.

"Is that why you called me? I thought this was an emergency… you said it was urgent?"

"It is an emergency, Misty… a fashion emergency!"

Misty sighed heavily, resting her elbow on the desk in front of her in order to hold up her face with her hand.

"Well… which do you think will impress tonight? The dark blue, or olive green?" Brock continued, Misty shrugging in response.

"I don't know… Either will do. I'm gonna go Brock see you—"

"Hey! Please Misty… you are literally the best person I have to ask!"

"Okay fine," she grumbled, "go with the green…"

"Perfect! Thank you! What are you wearing tonight anyway?" he added, his face becoming clearer as he discarded the shirts and sank back into his chair.

Tonight… she honestly was considering giving it a miss. She knew everyone would be there and she didn't want to deal with that after the shock she'd just received. Surely no one would miss her if she wasn't there… Oh, of course they would; he would notice her absence for sure and he'd want to know why she was not in attendance, which would make things even worse for her right now.

"I-uh, I'm not sure…" Misty replied, sounding crestfallen.

Brock tilted his head to the side in question. "What do you mean? You have things planned out way in advanced… you've always been the prepared one of our bunch!"

His words had seemed to have struck a chord with her, because her face fell along with her stomach at the sentence. She didn't feel prepared, not in the slightest. Of course this had nothing to do with tonight's plans, but something much more important.

"Misty?"

She couldn't hold it in anymore, looking up at the screen, Brock caught a glimpse of his friend's face. Her rosy cheeks had drained of their colour and her blue eyes had deepened with the presence of the glistening tears spilling from them. Misty panted slightly, her breathing uneasy as she tried desperately to control it.

"What's wrong?!" he asked, deeply concerned with her change in mood.

"Brock… I-I-I don't know what to do," she whimpered, heavy sobs rattling her small frame.

"I'm coming over. I'll see you soon," he stated, Misty knowing better than to argue with him.

With a small nod, she reached forward, returning the phone to its place as Brock's image disappeared from the screen.

Being like her older brother, she knew he would try to do anything to take the pain away.

Unfortunately, this would be one of those rare times when that wouldn't be possible.