A/N:
I am very sad today about someone I care about dearly, so I feel the need to
write an unhappy story. Please don’t flame me for being moody. And no, I don’t
own Pokemon. DUH.
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I place this rose upon the ground,
all of my hopes lost; never to be found again. Just imagining that five feet
below me, he lays, restful and calm. What have I done to deserve such sorrow?
Through the last couple moments, I
have realized that grief is greater than joy. It is stronger than hope, and can
break love like a toothpick. He will always be in my heart.
She loved him too. She always said, “We
were meant to be,” and then her words became words of truth as I laid on my
couch, reading one of those romance novels that are written by women who don’t
have anything better to do than make women feel worse about their
relationships.
I never even told him. I never even
said, “I love you with all of my heart.” He just wouldn’t listen. He just didn’t
care. He had his women, his melody of life, and his month of May.
If I could have told him before I
left. I was angered, unsure of my own emotions. I left him, I wanted a better
life. What I wanted was there all along. And now he is gone from me. But I was
replaced, I was forgotten. She took over his love, and his life. I never
returned, and eventually they confessed their love for each other.
Here I am, dressed in all one shade
of colorless color, wishing I could have seen him once more. But now, I am
gone, and so is he. The pain will never leave my soul. It is embedded in my
character.
Why did I leave? It only caused us
both distress. However, his ending was happy, and mine was wretched. It truly
made me sick when we replaced me with her, that horrible witch. She hardly knew
him, unlike me. I knew him forever.
But I never got a kiss from him. I
never told him my feelings. I never showed my soft side to let him in, to feel
him hold me, to warm me. I imagine that would be very pleasurable. However, I
will never know. She did though.
It’s a shame life had to end so
soon. I thought we were meant to be, but fate had its own ideas about us. It’s
a shame how a simple car accident can change everything. I regret ever letting
that fool Gary Oak drive me back home from that party to my grave. Alcohol is a
deadly thing. It breaks people’s hearts. I just wish I could have seen Ash
again. I would have told him all of my secrets.
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…
Well, I bet you all thought Ash was dead. However, I never said he was. I just
hinted that someone had died. So, was it depressing enough? But it also has a
message in it: Driving under influence IS deadly. Please have a designated
driver when out at parties with alcohol.
-Caitie