Re: You Broke My Heart (AAML) PG-13
Through Angel Eyes
By Pokemon Trainer Sarah
Sequel to You Broke My Heart
The young girl watched down from above. Her aqua eyes focused and observing intently. Her red hair framed her pale face and stood out from her white attire. She was young. Too young to be here, but alas she was and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her lips curved into a small frown, her eyes were locked onto a boy, sitting on the ground below her. His russet eyes were dull, their usual brightness not present. They were red and puffy, clearly showing that tears had been pouring from them moments ago. His lips formed a shattered frown and his dark spiky hair was more messy than usual. The girl then turned her attention to the boy’s arms. In them he rocked a lifeless body. The tears that had threatened to escape earlier now ran down her cheeks as she gazed upon the slim body of the teenage girl, its fragile features, its soft fiery red hair. Her hair. She sobbed, forcing her eyes to move from the face of the dead girl, her face. Her eyes came to rest upon a small bloody penknife protruding from the body’s chest. She breathed deeply, trying to stay calm and composed, not wanting to breakdown like she had before.
“I hate you,” she said to her reflection. “I hate you!” this time she screamed, her hoarse voice echoing through the dense forest. She could take no more, no more hatred, no more pain. She took a deep breath and looked to the sky once more. With her arms shaking she held the small penknife in front of her heart, and gathering all the strength she could muster, she plunged the small knife into her heart. She was still sobbing as she hit the ground.
The girl blinked twice, pulling herself from the nightmare, her final moments of life. She had tried to forget the past, the past was not needed anymore. Now was the present and forever was the future. What happened in the past didn’t matter now because it was too late to change anything. The girl wrapped her feathered wings around herself, forcing her gaze from her lifeless body and the boy that she had loved with all her heart. That she still loved. She pulled her knees to her chest as the tears came faster know, not bothering to wipe them away, she just sat and thought, trying to make sense of the final moments of her life. She knew that she had drifted down too far into despair, just the idea of losing Ash, the thought of it, made her miserable. But it had happened. The one thing she was trying to prevent had happened and now she would have to live without it for eternity. The one she loved hadn’t loved her back, and she couldn’t live with that, without him, her other half.
She turned slowly to take another glance at the boy below her. Fresh tears were flowing down his face. His hands caressing her cheek softly. He was in a state of despair, calling for help, begging her to wake up. Oh how she regretted her actions. But all it took was a moment of weakness to trigger the hate that had been locked away inside of her. The hate that Ash had kept away with his boyish smile and his boisterous laughter. One moment without him and she had cracked, that’s all it took to ruin a life, from the looks of things, more than one life. Misty kept her gaze fixed on the boys’ face, not being able to bear the pain he was going through. The torment that she had caused him. She hadn’t thought about anyone except herself.
She could still remember the moment of pain, the moment her heart broke in two, the moment she had known she would never hear his laugh again, never feel his arms around her, never be able to share her secrets with him. That was all it took for her to give up her life, because she knew she couldn’t go on without him. But wasn’t that what she had just done? More tears trickled down her ashen face as she realised that she’d now have to life without, not so much live, but exist without, all the things she couldn’t have from Ash in the first place. Even though she gave up her life she still would never feel his warm touch ever again. And an eternity is much longer than a lifetime. Her body jerked with each sob.
All she wanted was a second chance. A chance to tell Ash how much he meant to her, how he was the reason she got up in the morning, but surely he knew that now. She wanted to apologise and to feel his warm touch one more time before she would have to exist without him forever. She sighed deeply. The moon shone brightly from behind the mountains in the east. Slowly Ash lifted his pallid face to the moon, letting it calm him. Letting him forget, for one moment, the tragic events of that night.
Misty couldn’t take it anymore. She had to be down there with him. She couldn’t stay up here by herself, but mainly she couldn’t leave Ash down on Earth by himself, believing that everything was his fault. She spread her milky wings and soared gracefully down to Earth, focusing on Ash and the way he cared for her body. If only she had known sooner that he returned the feelings she had for him. If only she hadn’t acted so recklessly. But the time was gone for the “if”s now. There was no way she could change the past. But maybe she could change the future.
Misty landed gently on the hard ground. If she could feel pain she would have felt the sharp rocks on the ground dig into her feet, but angels didn’t suffer. Misty stood quietly in front of Ash. Pausing in front of him and looking into his russet eyes. He looked up for a moment, seeming to sense her there. She knew that he couldn’t. Angels were only visible to other angels and the great gods themselves. Misty looked into his russet eyes, as he seemed to be looking back into hers. She felt a smile form on her lips as she peered into the deep brown orbs that she loved so much. The feature that intrigued her. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she knew it wasn’t possible. Her hand would slip straight through his. If only she could touch him one more time. Her heart beat fast as she moved to sit next to Ash. Her heart felt like it would burst with love for the boy, and knowing that she could never speak to him again made her devastated. She looked up to the great gods as the stars twinkled in the sky and slowly she prayed that for just one moment, she could share the love that she felt for Ash. A small star shot across the sky as she made her wish. She looked lovingly at Ash, nursing her lifeless body. She wanted so much to touch him, to feel his warm skin. She shyly rested her head upon his shoulder. Surprisingly she did not slip through him. She could feel his soft jacket under her skin, damp from the tears he had shed. She gasped. How could she feel him? Could her wish possibly have come true? She turned to face Ash and found that he was staring directly at her. His eyes seemed to be searching, knowing that she was there.
Last edited by Pokemon Trainer Sarah; 02-18-2005 at 09:51 AM.