Saving Letters

 

By Shorttail

 

Ash with Pikachu on his back opened the door and entered the warm house. Delia greeted him and gave him some clean clothes, after sending him straight to a long waited bath. The once so beautifully snowy weather had turned into a furious blizzard and Ash was lucky to reach his home in time.

She was glad, finally having her son back. A whole month with no letters or telephone calls was simply too much. Ash had wandered through an abandoned mountain plateau in search for a missing pokémon, which he of cause found at last. The trainer was happy ever after and so was Ash. Ash was happy just help others and after the search, the small party and goodbye hugs, he continued his journey for his hometown, joyful as usual.

Ash's happiness resulted in an almost untameable apatite. After a solid meal and the weeks of constant walking, he was ready for bed. The feeling of tiredness flowed in his brain and muscles, but on his way up to his room after brushing his teeth, his mother stopped him.

"Ash," Delia said, "That girl you travelled with earlier wrote a few letters for you. Since neither she nor I could come in contact with you I left her letters on your desk. Good night sweetie."

Ash flew up the stairs and into his room. Right there, on his table was a stack of letters. He looked through them, only to find that all nine were from Misty. He opened the last letter from her, thinking reading the older letters would be pointless. Yes, it was definitely her handwriting…

 

Dear Ash

I cannot believe you don't reply. First I believed your mother's story about your "quest" in the mountains, but a whole month without a single telephone call, that's just… …

It took me a long time to understand, but it is all clear to me now. You're simply avoiding me. Why? I thought to myself. He simply doesn't like me and why would he? Me? The usual "scrawny brat", who just follows him because of some dumb excuse just to yell at him and beat him up all the time. Yes, that's how I thought. My mind was destructive and I could have killed, until I wrote to you again. Maybe this time you'd forgive me and we could continue being friends, but no, we could not. You didn't even reply.

I hated you.

That's when I realised what the problem was again, after peacefully forgetting it. The problem was neither you or Tracey or Brock. It was nor Pikachu or anyone else who followed "us". The problem was far closer than I expected. The problem was inside me, it was me. I'm just one big failure, dancing in the fading and glamorous light of my sisters and your success.

My hate for you is now gone. Don't blame yourself anything; I'm the root to all our misery. And like all problems, this problem will soon also be removed and forgotten by the world. Forgotten by you.

You must go on living Ash, forget me and only remember the good times we had together, if any. Forget my insults and forget my unworthiness. If you ever think back at me, think of me sleeping, the only time where I was not trying to kill you or yell at you. I'm not your friendship worthy, I'm not you worthy.

Live and forget, Ash. Good bye.

 

Love Misty

 

Ash's eyes moved through the letter four times, before his mind returned to it's normality. Though it felt like ages, he moved really fast. His trousers and jacket appeared on his body and he moved down the stairs, around his mother and out on his bike. He immediately discovered the blizzard and let out Charizard instead. On Charizard's back he jumped and charizard took off.

Right over the snow and clouds they flew, shivering in the cold air, until Charizard landed in the garden of Misty's house. He was returned and Ash ran to the house.

The door was unlocked and he went straight for Misty's room. Something in his mind told him where Misty's room was and with high pulse he reached it and pushed the door open.

Misty's body was on the floor. He sat down next to her and tried to hear if she was breathing. "Misty, you're not breathing!" he screamed and looked around. No blood, no empty pill bottles, no nothing. Just a dead Misty who had died from sorrows. Just a dead warm Misty. "Her body's hot?" he exclaimed and touched her cheek.

A sudden impulse or instinct hit him and he moved his mouth down to her mouth. His air pressed out her chest again and when he removed himself the air streamed out again. And that was it, still no contact. He tried again. And again. And again, only to be stopped halfway. He felt a pressure and had to stop. When he tried to pull his mouth away from her, she suddenly resisted and wrapped her arms around him, almost trying to kill him.

He was shocked to see her alive and they rolled over, still kissing. "Oh Misty, I'm so happy you're not dead. I don't wanna leave you," he said when the kiss broke.

Misty looked ashamed and avoided his eyes. "Can you forgive me, Ash?" she said silently.

"Of cause I can," he almost shouted. "As long as you're not dead," he said, not paying attention to what she actually said. He just held her closer.

"I'm sorry, Ash. I just wanted to see if you actually cared for me."

He stopped this time and listened. "What do you mean?"

"The letters."

"You're not less worthy. You're the best friend I've got," he said.

"I lied, Ash."

"Huh?"

She looked back at him and caught his eyes. They were filled with lack of explanation. "I didn't try to kill myself. I just kinda wanted to see if you cared for me. I want to see if you like me. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Of cause I can, Misty. That's what I'm here for," he said and hugged her again, still rolling around on the floor. "Just promise me that you'll never leave me again, ever."

"Sure, Ash," she replied happily and kissed him again and held him tighter. She rose, still holding him, and carried him to the bed, where they lay and kissed again.

"If I were to bring just one thing to a deserted island with me, it would me you Misty," he said, just before they fell asleep in each others arms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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