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Flashback:
“Ash” she was able to get out between gasps of laughter. He quickly got several friendly squeals out of her.
He continued to toss her lightly through the green grass next to a checker picnic blanket. “Oh, Misty-Lou, I choose you.” He then rolled on his knees over her, with both hands on either sides of her head.
“Ash Ketchum, that was the worst pick up line I have ever heard.”
“You are right, but this line will never fail” there was a pause while he gazed into her aqua eyes and she gazed into his. “I love you”, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.
The redhead pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss, “okay, never mind. That is the cheesiest line I have ever heard.”
The Ketchum gave her a disappointed look. He was sure that she would get all gushy over those words. As these thoughts ran through his head, he didn’t even notice the female grabbing his arms, and thrusting him to the side. She was now above him, her eyes gleaming into his once again “But oddly enough, I think I am crazy enough to fall for it.”
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That glorious picnic in the meadow, was a week before Misty Waterflower found herself shedding a unwanted tear in a graveyard near Pallet. There lie on a brown casket, was a bright red rose that was previously set down by said female. But why think back on the romantic memory now, you ask? Well, there is no need to explain the painful stinging in her heart, knowing that the man in said memory, was the very same man lying in the casket before her.
Starting around noon that day, it would have been exactly two entire years of dating. This ‘dating’ thing started at one of Gary Oak’s bar parties. Lets just say they got a little drunk and had a little peck. Okay, so they had to say that they were completely wasted, and they ended up making out. Of coarse, they didn’t remember the next day, so nothing felt weird until they ran into Gary later that day. He laughed and told them about their little affair the night before and Misty was ready to clobber him. Accept, Ash stopped her and asked her out. She was about to question this, but the man interrupted by saying that the kiss couldn’t of been just because of the alcohol, right?
Misty went through these memories over and over. Perhaps, there was a minute when she didn’t think of the heartbreaking news she received four days before:
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Flashback:
It started and almost ended as a ordinary day. After going through her daily routine that included battling gym challengers, feeding and caring for the pokemon, and telling a annoying child that the gym was not a public pool, she thought she would able to just lounge around the house for the rest of the night. Little did she know, that there would be no time for that.
The Waterflower was just ready to sit down and rest her aching feet when a ringing went through her ears. ‘It’s probably just a late challenger’ she thought and plopped down onto the aqua coloured loveseat.
“Zrrrrrrr, Zrrrrrrr.”
“Ugh” she scoffed and stood up. Luckily, she usually only had one or two late trainers a week, but no one was ever this stubborn. Her feminine hand gripped around the door knob and she opened it.
Misty’s mouth quickly dropped when she saw an older women in her door way, her eyes flooded with tears. “Delia” she shouted before grabbing her hand softly, “what’s wrong.” This couldn’t be good. Misty never saw her boyfriend’s mother in tears, what could possibly make her so upset?
“Oh, Misty” she wailed between sobs, “Officer Jenny came over saying that a fisherman found him in the river and pulled him out. He wasn’t breathing, sweetie.”
Misty cringed at the women calling her ‘sweetie’ as if she was a little girl needing to be comforted. Who was she talking about anyway, not like Misty new anyone that would ever be near a river, unless-that thought stopped as she remembered Ash telling her about his plans, the morning before. He was going to train his water pokemon over at the Pallet river. “Delia?”
The brunette threw her arms around the redheads, “yes, sweetie, Ash is gone.”
No tears ran down Misty’s face as her heart stopped beating, and she didn’t hug the women back. She stood in the doorway staring into complete space. Her father died before her birth, her mother died when Misty was only a couple months old, but neither of these losses would compare to this one.”
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Flashback:
“Ash” she was able to get out between gasps of laughter. He quickly got several friendly squeals out of her.
He continued to toss her lightly through the green grass next to a checker picnic blanket. “Oh, Misty-Lou, I choose you.” He then rolled on his knees over her, with both hands on either sides of her head.
“Ash Ketchum, that was the worst pick up line I have ever heard.”
“You are right, but this line will never fail” there was a pause while he gazed into her aqua eyes and she gazed into his. “I love you”, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.
The redhead pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss, “okay, never mind. That is the cheesiest line I have ever heard.”
The Ketchum gave her a disappointed look. He was sure that she would get all gushy over those words. As these thoughts ran through his head, he didn’t even notice the female grabbing his arms, and thrusting him to the side. She was now above him, her eyes gleaming into his once again “But oddly enough, I think I am crazy enough to fall for it.”
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That glorious picnic in the meadow, was a week before Misty Waterflower found herself shedding a unwanted tear in a graveyard near Pallet. There lie on a brown casket, was a bright red rose that was previously set down by said female. But why think back on the romantic memory now, you ask? Well, there is no need to explain the painful stinging in her heart, knowing that the man in said memory, was the very same man lying in the casket before her.
Starting around noon that day, it would have been exactly two entire years of dating. This ‘dating’ thing started at one of Gary Oak’s bar parties. Lets just say they got a little drunk and had a little peck. Okay, so they had to say that they were completely wasted, and they ended up making out. Of coarse, they didn’t remember the next day, so nothing felt weird until they ran into Gary later that day. He laughed and told them about their little affair the night before and Misty was ready to clobber him. Accept, Ash stopped her and asked her out. She was about to question this, but the man interrupted by saying that the kiss couldn’t of been just because of the alcohol, right?
Misty went through these memories over and over. Perhaps, there was a minute when she didn’t think of the heartbreaking news she received four days before:
XXxxXX
Flashback:
It started and almost ended as a ordinary day. After going through her daily routine that included battling gym challengers, feeding and caring for the pokemon, and telling a annoying child that the gym was not a public pool, she thought she would able to just lounge around the house for the rest of the night. Little did she know, that there would be no time for that.
The Waterflower was just ready to sit down and rest her aching feet when a ringing went through her ears. ‘It’s probably just a late challenger’ she thought and plopped down onto the aqua coloured loveseat.
“Zrrrrrrr, Zrrrrrrr.”
“Ugh” she scoffed and stood up. Luckily, she usually only had one or two late trainers a week, but no one was ever this stubborn. Her feminine hand gripped around the door knob and she opened it.
Misty’s mouth quickly dropped when she saw an older women in her door way, her eyes flooded with tears. “Delia” she shouted before grabbing her hand softly, “what’s wrong.” This couldn’t be good. Misty never saw her boyfriend’s mother in tears, what could possibly make her so upset?
“Oh, Misty” she wailed between sobs, “Officer Jenny came over saying that a fisherman found him in the river and pulled him out. He wasn’t breathing, sweetie.”
Misty cringed at the women calling her ‘sweetie’ as if she was a little girl needing to be comforted. Who was she talking about anyway, not like Misty new anyone that would ever be near a river, unless-that thought stopped as she remembered Ash telling her about his plans, the morning before. He was going to train his water pokemon over at the Pallet river. “Delia?”
The brunette threw her arms around the redheads, “yes, sweetie, Ash is gone.”
No tears ran down Misty’s face as her heart stopped beating, and she didn’t hug the women back. She stood in the doorway staring into complete space. Her father died before her birth, her mother died when Misty was only a couple months old, but neither of these losses would compare to this one.”
