Here is a really sad fic I just wrote T_T
It made me depressed T_T
Hold your Peace -
The day had come. The day Ash wished hadn’t come, but knew it was inevitable. The day of the wedding.
No, not to him. If that had been the case, he’d be jumping out of his shoes. But today, he wasn’t up at the altar with Misty. He was sitting in the crowd, watching her at the altar.
Of course, He had his chance, before Misty left for her gym, and before she left them the very last time. If only I could rewind time, I’d do things differently, and win you. Ash thought to himself, as he sat in the Church seat, the pure weight of regret overcoming him. Since he had arrived in a black tuxedo picked out by his mom, he was quiet. Those who had known the truth about Ash’s feelings toward Misty were sympathetic to him, but they decided to wait until the objections part. Seated beside Ash was Brock, probably the one who knew the most about Ash’s feelings toward her. He remembered what Brock had been like, talking to him before he arrived.
Ash played with his tie, studying his shoes. He wanted this day not to come.
“Come on Ash, what’s bothering you?” Brock asked him, feeling a bit sympathetic and slightly annoyed as Ash continued to play with his tie.
“Nothing.” he lied through his teeth. Brock raised his eyebrow.
“Ash. You’re lying THROUGH YOUR TEETH, and you know it too.” he pressed on, “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“NO! Just leave it alone Brock!” Ash shouted, some tears swelling at his eyes. Brock noticed these, and decided to follow Ash’s orders, and continued to get ready.
Brock had seemed rather curious. Ash sighed, and shook his head. He just wanted the day to end, or at least, his life, but he wasn’t about to commit suicide. Maybe if he had a heart attack or something. But that would ruin Misty’s most important day of her life. This wasn’t any time to intrude.
But still, he wanted that moment to end.
He wanted the greave to stop.
He wanted to be the one up at the Altar with Misty.
After a few minutes, the ceremony started, and the bride, Misty, walked in, looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a classic wedding dress, white as paper, with a veil covering her face. Ash’s heart, right then and there, felt like it was going to literally snap in two. He couldn’t take it, but sucked it in.
The rest of the events passed.
And then, finally, the moment came.
“If anyone has any objections, say so now, or forever hold your peace.” the preacher said. Ash adjusted himself in his seat, his heart wanting himself to jump up and object. But he forced himself not to.
“Mmpf…” Ash groaned.
“Well, ok then, I now pronounce you, Man and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.” the preacher finished.
And as Misty and her now husband sealed the marriage, a single tear ran down Ash’s cheek, and he died a little bit inside.
He had lost the person that he had truly loved.
Kind of short, but emotional all the same.