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~All rights go to MaiasPen on Pokemon Tower. Also on Deviantart I believe~ “Oh, Ash,” Misty closes the space between us, her hands looping around myneck, but not to choke me, to love me. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”
Nothing separates us now. As our lips connect my world begins to whirl and spin
and spiral with bliss! I’m like a twirling Skiploom in the air! I am so carefree, and yet I
care so much for the girl in my arms. As my senses dance I know that this feeling has
nothing to do with the alcohol. I am intoxicated wholly by my girl’s lips. Together our
mouths divulge into a sinfully wonderful tango. I am going to kiss her until I no longer
can. Until my jaw aches. Until she takes the last bit of air from my lungs! If this were to
be my final breath, then, let it be known that Ash Ketchem died the world’s happiest
man! Am I a sappy romantic? Damn right I am! And for Misty I’ll shout it to the stars.
At long last our lips slide apart; hers press against my cheek. Misty is panting, but
I can feel her smile upon my skin. I wrap my arms around her, playfully wiggling my
nose alongside hers. Misty giggles. Her laugh is so genuine and so beautiful that it nearly
brings tears to my eyes. I know that she has not laughed like this in a long time. From this
moment on I vow to make her laugh like this every single day for as long as I live.
Misty is no longer Oak’s trophy. Perhaps Oak won’t even care that she’s leaving
him? Perhaps her leaving may make him worse? But, there is a chance that it also might
make him better. Oak is the one who loves them and leaves them. Having the tables
turned might be his much needed wake-up call. I wish no ill-will on Oak. My opinion of
him is low, but I’d never want to see him truly suffer. I hope that one day Oak will love a
girl the way I love Misty. There has to be a girl out there who can charm him; who can
change him. But that girl is not my girl. She’s not Misty. She is in my arms now and I do
not intend to let her go again. When I go back to the Plateau tomorrow I am bringing her
with me.
Misty’s lips find my ear: “I love you, Ash.” Our heartaches melt away like
icebergs, only the hot spring of our passion boils on.
“I love you too.” I mean every word. Misty and I have a lot to talk about. We have many plans to make. It’s not all
going to be easy. But we are going to make it work. We are together at last and I’ll walk
through hell before I let her go again. I’ve already braved the flames, and for her I would
do it again. Tonight is a night that I have dreaded, that I have loathed. I was barely able to
endure this night but a short time ago; and now the nightmare has become a romance
movie dream. Only . . . it’s real. This is not the hallucination of a drunk. Or a nut-job. Or
a fool.
Tonight was my emotional execution. Sometimes you have to suffer and die
before you can experience heaven. <3 (Gary is with Misty at Garys birthday party, but Gary leaves with another girl, and Ash and Misty realize their love.) Maia, thank you my dear friend! :3
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