"I love you too Ash." She finally confessed. They both hugged each other as best they could with out bumping into the needle that was in Ash’s arm. The door then opened as Brock came in unnoticed with a camera. (He’s asking for it.) Then just as Ash and Misty’s lips met there was a flash from the camera witch announced to Misty and Ash that Brock was in the room. Misty and Ash looked up at Brock but before Misty could lung at him with her mallet the doctor came in saving Brock a lot of pain for now. "Time for your kimo Mr.Ketchem." stated the Doctor. Ash put the covers over his head.

End of Flash Back…

Misty turned to her waterlogged pillow. "Misty like time to eat." Called Daisey. "I’m not hungry!" shouted Misty even though she was very hungry but didn’t care. Misty had eaten very little if she even ate in the first place since Ash had died.

"Misty you like can’t go on like this. You have to eat. I know…" "Don’t even say it." Threatened Misty. "Ok, Ok I wont say his name but please come down and eat even if it’s just a peace of toast." Pleaded Daisey. That was the first time in a long time Misty had not heard her sisters not say like in a sentence. Because of that Misty decided to eat a full meal just to make her sisters happy. "Oh Ash I miss you so much." Said Misty when she got back from dinner. "I do to Misty." Said Ash’s voice from be hind her. "ASH!" she turned around only to see her empty room. And yet there was something different about it. Misty took a closer look on her bed and notested a small note on her bed. "How did that get there?" whispered Misty to herself. She walked toward her bed and picked up the note and sat down.

The note was folded in half and on the top it said ‘to: Misty’. Misty then unfolded the note. In the note there was a poem named ‘Slow Dance’, Misty read on and it said-

Have you ever-watched kids on a merry go round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever watched a butterfly’s erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You’d better slow down. Don’t dance to fast. The music wont last. Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask how are you, do you hear the reply? When the day is done do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? You’d better slow down. Don’t dance to fast. The music won’t last. Ever told some one we’ll do it tomorrow (No, that’s not what I meant and you all know it for thouse of you who know what I’m talking about if you don’t, don’t worry about it. Back to the poem.) and in your hast not see there sorrow? Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die because you never had time to call and say "Hi?" You’d better slow down. Don’t dance to fast. The music won’t last. When you run so fast to get some were, do you miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through the day, is it like an unopened gift… thrown away? Life is not a race. Do take it slower. Hear the music, before the song is over.

Please Misty don’t worry so much about me. I love you and always will please don’t cry, you know I hate that. I love you and I won’t you to move on with your life and remember the good times ok promise me that, I will hear you.

End of note…

A tear fell on the papper as she finnished reading the note. "I promise." She said quitely, then noticed that there was more writing on it now. It read ‘I’m glade you said yes. Good bye Misty I love you.

Love Ash.’

"I love you too Ash, I’ll always miss you but I will try to get on with my life." She said quitely to herself. Then went down stairs to call every one what had just happened and to ask two of her new friend’s Kate and Karen to go to the mall with her.

________________________________There, done hope you liked it. I thought it came out pretty good considering I did it in an hour or so. Hoped you liked it and once again this is dedicated to all of the people who had cancer and thouse who servived it and especially the girl who wrote the poem. C u later

Amy Ketchom =)