Ash and I were walking down the road back to his home in Pallet Town. The sun was just about to set, the sky beautiful oranges and pinks.

I looked over at him to see him smiling absent mindedly, his face seeming to glow in the sunset. This is perfect, I thought, the perfect setting to tell him how I feel.

"A-ash?" I ask tentatively, weary of how he will react. Even if he says no, at least you tried. And besides, Ash is a better person than just dropping a best friend.

"Yeah?" He says, smiling over at me. My breath caught. I loved his smile. It made my day better instantly.

I shook that thought away and took a deep breath. This was it.

"I… I… I have s-something to t-tell y-y-you," I tell him as we come to a stop, stuttering because of my extreme nervousness. Well, can ya blame me? I'm about to pour my heart out to the boy I've been in love with for six years.

"What is it, Mist?" I smile, internally melting at the sound of his nickname for me.

"I…uh… I j-just wanted to tell you that…" I gulped. Well… no going back now. "I love you, Ash. I am in love with you. I have been ever since we met. And I'm so sick of keeping it secret from you. It tears me apart on the inside, keeping a secret from my best friend. So… yeah." I finished lamely, looking at my shoes. After a minute of silence I sneaked a peek at his expression.

He looked at me for a second, and his expression changed to smugness. There was a look in his eye, and I didn't like it at all. It looked like… evil. As crazy as that sounds, there was an evil look in Ash Ketchum's eyes.

"Well… I definitely DON'T like you. I mean, who the hell would want you?" He sneered at me, his lip curling.

I just stared at him for a second. Tears started to form in my eyes. I felt like my heart was being ripped out, painfully slow, leaving a gaping hole. I gasped and clutched my stomach, wanting to vomit.

"No…" I whispered.

"Yup. Who wants a scrawny…?"



"Stop it…"

" Hot-tempered…"

"Please stop!" I said a little louder. Tears spilled down my cheeks. I went to wipe them, but they were replaced almost instantly. I looked up at Ash. He smirked at me and kicked me really hard in the shin, causing me to screech in surprise and fall to the ground, gripping my leg in agony.

"…Bratty, ugly red-head? Certainly not me!" I winced.

"W-w-what?" Ash bent down to where I was. I half expected him to say 'Haha, just kidding!' but he didn't. He came close to my face, so that we were inches apart. He gripped the sides of my face painfully. Ash screamed at me.



My eyes flew open and I sat up, sweaty and breathing heavily. I clutched my heart, making sure it was still there. I looked around me, recognizing the surrounding trees and the two people around me.

Next to me was Ash, chest rising and falling in a healthy rhythm, fast asleep. On the other side of the doused campfire was Brock, who was now looking at me with worry. Crap. I must've been screaming.

"Misty? You okay?" He asked me, motioning me over to him. I crawled over to where he was reluctantly and sat Indian-style next to him. I nodded. I didn't trust myself enough to speak. He looked at me disbelievingly.

"Well… not really. I had a nightmare, but it's okay, we can go back to sleep now," I lied. I just wanted to go back over to my sleeping bag and cry myself to sleep. I could feel the tears already blurring my vision. I uncrossed my legs, about to stand up, but Brock caught my arm, holding me down.

"Misty… you know you can tell me anything. I hate seeing you sad. You're like a sister to me. I promised I won't tell anyone anything," I looked over at him, and I could see pure honesty in his eyes. I sighed. It might make me feel better to tell someone.

Pshhhh. Right.

"Okay, okay. It was about…" I pointed to Ash who was still sound asleep.

Understanding filled Brock's expression. I'd told him about a month ago how I felt about Ash, and he always pushed me to tell him. After the dream I'd just had… yeah no.

"What was so bad about it?"

"I… I told him how I felt… and… and he rejected me. Not only that, but he kicked me! He was mean and horrible to me for no reason! He said that I was an ugly, scrawny, hot-tempered bitch!" I cried, tears spilling down my face. I couldn't hold them back any longer.

I still couldn't understand! I mean, I know I'm not the prettiest, nicest, and easiest person ever but… No one is that cruel; to take the ripped shreds of your heart, dangle them in front of your face and then stomp all over them. Especially not Ash.

Brock wrapped his arm around my shoulder in a comforting gesture. I buried my face into his shoulder, sobbing. He patted my back repeatedly.

"Brock… he… he's right! I am a total bitch to him everyday!" I whispered sadly. Brock shook his head.

"No! Don't ever think like that! You are one of the nicest and most caring people I know. Anyone would be lucky to have you! You are not a bitch,"

I smiled sadly into his shoulder. He was like my brother; of course he would say that. I am such an idiot! Why would Ash ever love someone like me? I make fun of him and snap at him everyday. I only do it to cover up how I really feel because it's just easier. But after this dream, I don't know if I will ever look at Ash the same way again. Maybe it would be easiest if…

That's it! It might be hard at first, but he won't miss me, and maybe it'll get easier with some time…

"But I am, Brock! I… Brock I dunno if I can do this…" I pulled away from him and wiped my eyes. The tears had finally subsided. He gave me a confused look.

"What does that mean?"

A ghost of a smile formed on my lips as I told him exactly what I am going to do. He might miss me, but I think it's what's best.

"It means I'm going home."

Mais... mais pourqoi? Je ne sais pas...

Lol sorry. Random French xD

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