Misty knew that she was strange.

Other girls called it insincere, they couldn't believe a confession of love cried out in a moment of passion. But it was Misty's favorite part.

Maybe it was the closeness she felt to him, or perhaps it was the moment she felt it the most too.

Or maybe, she just knew Ash.

He was strange too. He didn't tell a girl what she wanted to hear, even when trying to spare feelings. Ash never said anything he didn't feel.

So at the end, when he would rest his head on her chest, or she on his, and he exhaled the words. She had never been happier. She could never tell anyone else when they gushed about their significant others.

Because Misty knew that she was strange.


Author's Note: I actually like this one. It's short but I think very in character.