Flowers, all around me, as far as I could see. I stand up and run through them, laughing. Oh how I love flowers.

"Rose!"

I stop running, turning my head to the voice that called my name, smiling. A woman with brown hair in a ponytail. She spreads her arms open wide, waiting for me.

I smile wide and I dash to her, my arms also open. Flowers in perfect pinks, whites and yellows pass me in a whirl of color as I hurry to her. As I run into her arms I accidentally knock her down, but I hold her tight.

"Rose!" she looks at me in surprise.

I smile guiltily. "Sorry Mom."

She smiles back, then holds me even closer in our hug.

I’ve missed her, so much. I hold her tightly, never wanting to let go.

"Why did you make me wait so long Rose? I’ve missed you."

"I know Mom, and I’ve missed you.

"Delia! Rose!"

Mom turns her head at the upcoming figure.

"Professor?"

Professor Oak comes into view; he stops and puts in hands on his knees, panting heavily.

"It is you Professor!" I run to him, also knocking him down onto the ground.

"My my! You have grown so much Rose!" I smile widely at him.

"And you haven’t changed a bit Professor! You’re sit out of shape!" Mom and Professor join me in my laughter.

Everything was perfect. I was with my mom and Professor again. Life was the way it should be.

Except… Brock.

I frown replaces my smile. Brock wasn’t here. Where was he?

"He won’t be here for a long time." I turn and see Celebi sitting next to me on the ground. My Mom, Professor Oak, and the field of flowers disappeared from sight and mind. "Rose, you have to come back."

Anger flashes in my eyes. "And why should I?! All I experienced there was losing who loved me! I don’t want to go back to that! To the pain!"

"You can’t replace them Rose. They aren’t real. You only made them up in you mind, like me."

"I didn’t imagine you here."

"That’s because I’m representing your conscious." She places a small, pale green hand on my knee.

"You’re not suppose to be here Rose. You are still needed. Brock needs you to be alive."

A tear falls and lands on the soft ground beneath me. And I realize that the dirt never picked up, even after I fell with both Mom and Professor the loose dirt was always settled on the ground.

It wasn’t real. This place wasn’t real. It’s all in my mind.

I shake my head from mild frustration. Death shouldn’t be like this. Death should never be like the life we wanted but never had. It should be the ending.

But… I don’t want my life to end. I’m only seventeen. My life just started.

No. It was a mistake. I shouldn’t be dead. I don’t want to be dead.

I want to be alive, with my friends. With Brock. I want to be in love, and fall in love again with Brock every single day I’m with him.

"I want to be alive."