The rest of the party had been a blur. Misty didn't remember talking to Ash, or saying goodbye to 
her guests. Her heart nearly shattered into millions of tiny pieces when she heard Ash was marrying 
Rochell. Sure, she hadn't seen him for three years but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she loved 
Ash. She loved him more than anything in the world. She would give her life for his, and that kind of love 
is rare. Rochell couldn't love Ash like that. She just knew she couldn't. And now lying on her back on the 
bed, still wearing her party dress and tears black with mascara running down her cheeks, she didn't think 
Ash could love her either.

                                      *   *   *

	The TV screen flickered bathing the room in blue light. On the screen characters moved, talked, 
fought and made up, but Ash didn't see any of it. His eyes stared blankly at the TV, barely aware of its 
existence. All he could think of now was Misty. She was so beautiful. Even more beautiful than he 
remembered. But she could never be his. No. Never.
                                     *   *   * 	

	Rochell walked into the room to find Ash sprawled on the couch in front of the TV. She noticed 
he was still wearing the shirt and jeans he had worn that evening to Misty's party. Just the thought of 
Misty made her blood boil. Her wedding was in a couple of days and the last thing she needed was 
anything to go wrong. But nothing would, she reassured herself. There was nothing Misty could do to ruin 
her wedding. Not while she knew.

                             *   *   *

	Rochell walked across the room and sat down next to Ash snuggling close to him, he however 
didn't move a muscle. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. Still, he didn't move. 
Aggravated she grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Ash continued to sit staring at the now blank 
screen. 
"Ash, what's the matter with you?" she asked sweetly "Are you sick?"
'Yeah. Sick of you.' he thought.
"No" he said out loud. 
"Then what's wrong?" 
"Nothing"
"Aw come on, I know you better then that" 
"Do you?" 
Shocked by his sudden coldness Rochell let go of him.
 "Hey, what's your problem?" she asked, her voice rising several octaves. 
"Nothing. I'm going to bed" he told her getting to his feet. 
"I'm not finished" she said sharply, getting up "What were you doing at Misty's party tonight? I don't want 
you pulling another stunt like that." 
He glared at her.
"It's a free country. I can go wherever I want to go"
"Not while I'm around" she snarled "You better be a good boy at tomorrow's party"
"Or you'll do what?"
"I'll tell Misty" 
A look of complete horror crossed his face. In a few fast strides he was across the room and right in front 
of Rochell.
"NO!" he screamed. "You can't tell her! It would break her!"
"Then you better be good" she repeated, her lips twisting in a smile.