At this point, she stopped; her breaths were so shallow and tender that she wasn’t sure they were coming at all. She had made progress, but she felt on the verge of spilling over and letting everything drain from her into this letter. Misty knew that she had to control this note so that everything came little by little.
I joined you on your journey with the excuse of wanting you to repair my bike, but I always knew that it was partially for another reason. There has to be something about a certain person that will make anyone follow them for as long as I was with you. Something more than a desire for a repaid debt. There was just something about you, Ash. Something that I hadn’t seen in anyone else before.
Her heart felt vulnerable at this moment, and it was an alien feeling to the girl. A sudden snort from somewhere in the darkness almost caused her to look toward the boy, yet she couldn’t. Not yet.
I wouldn’t have followed just any person into a bug-filled forest that day, ya know.
A grin pried her lips apart at the sudden recollection of the Caterpie that had seemed so terrifying that very first day that she had met the cap-donning boy. The memory seemed so distant, yet supplied the warmth of familiarity that had been nonexistent in the days previous to this night. She supposed that was only because everything before tonight was part of the memory-making process. After this, there would be no more memories. She would be gone.
And to think that I have to give this all up…
Just breaks my heart.
Never before had Misty used such a word when communicating with Ash Ketchum. Never before this instance had she displayed any sign of harboring emotion or love or a heart that is only human. Never before would she have even dreamed that she would talk of such to a boy like Ash. It was so new. So… Strange.
I can’t help but hurt when I imagine us three splitting up. I have grown so accustomed to you both that… I can’t see living life any other way than spending every day with you at my side.
The girl pressed herself to write as much as she could, but the bleary sight that resulted from her brimming eyes and the delicate patter of tears upon her faded daisy shirt mandated that she stop. Her insides fought savagely against themselves, and the result was only more agony worming into her heart. It felt tainted, tainted with weakness and hurt and despair and all of these foreign feelings. The fact that she could do nothing to cease their coming only brought more grief, and more than ever, Misty Waterflower felt helpless.
Her heart slammed against her ribcage, which was so awkward, for she felt that it didn’t exist at all anymore. It had been snatched by a world of hurt. A world that only found pleasure in bringing others pain. A world that, when discovering happiness, would immediately douse the source so that the victims may drown in their own pity.
Just know, Ash Ketchum, that I have never hated you. I would never do anything to hurt you, and I hope that this can convince you of that fact, for this letter is all I have. You truly have a friend in me, and I thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to meet such an extraordinary guy. You have made my life so much more than I thought it would ever amount to, and I know that it will be impossible for me to ever show my full appreciation.
She couldn’t stop, not now. Misty fought to end this anguish that brewed within her. She fought to seal the wound that felt so fresh in her soul.
Just know, Ash Ketchum,
That when you are finished accomplishing your dreams,
When fame and fortune have found you,
When you want nothing more out of life,
I’ll be here.
And with that, she was finished. She carefully folded the letter, her shaky hands lost to a now firm grip. The stains from the fresh tears were vanishing. She had written what she had wanted to write.
She found that she no longer had the desire to gaze upon the sleeping boy. She couldn’t. The redheaded female placed the letter beside him, then slipped silently out of the Pokémon Center into the night.
Misty Waterflower had sat down at the desk with no intention of opening up her heart.
She smiled in the realization that she had.