Title: Goodbye, Part 2 – Misty's Story.

Type: AAMRN

Rating: PG

The ages are the same as in the other fic. Misty is now telling the story. But I hope you don't mind, I'm just doing a quick recap of everything that happened before Ash died. I spent the whole day writing parts of it and it was so dumb and boring! So I hope you don't mind! I also figured that you probably wouldn't want to read it all over again.

Also, THANKYOU SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH to all the people who reviewed the first part of this story! Reviews are the only thing that keep me going, because I can see that people appreciate my work so I want to keep going. So thankyou.

For all the families and friends of the people who have died of cancer.

Dear Diary,

It has been exactly a month since Ash died. The pain of his death still lingers inside of me. I haven't written in this diary since the day before his big battle, but I still remember. How could I forget?

Ash's battle was against Gary. He was really scared but he got through it, and won the Indigo League. However, all the happiness turned to tragedy when Ash collapsed on the spot. He was taken to hospital and they ran tests on him. Unfortunately, they picked up that Ash had leukemia. I cried all night when I found out, even though he convinced me that he'd pull through. When he was in hospital I visited him every day. I even got him back home at Christmas and held a big party for him. He gave me the money for my bike. The bike that I had 'supposedly' been following him around for. I asked him to dance (I had been wanting to ask him all night, but couldn't find the courage) and he accepted. The lyrics of the song 'How Do I live', which was playing while we danced, dug into my brain until I could no longer take it. I let go of him and ran off. But he came and found me. Through the whole time that he was sick, I refused to cry in front of him. But now I couldn't help it. I decided that at that very moment, I would tell him that I loved him. But it was too late. Just as I told him that I loved him, he passed out. Ash was rushed back to hospital and we were there as he flat lined. But I wouldn't let him give up. The doctors wouldn't let anybody inside the room, so I prayed outside the room that he would live. Even if it was just long enough to tell him I love him. My prayers came true because he regained consciousness.

I stayed with him almost that whole day, and he seemed fine. But it was late in the afternoon when it happened. Ash's fever got really bad, and he had blacked out a few times. By that time, we knew he was dying. The doctors didn't even have to tell us. The only people allowed in the room were Mrs. Ketchum, Pikachu, Brock, Tracey and I. Everybody was crying, but Ash seemed so calm. I remember the conversation we had as if it were yesterday. There we were, holding each other's hands with everybody else around us. I was trying to stay as calm as him, but the tears just kept on flowing.

"Misty, please don't be sad."

"But how can I not? This is the worst day of my life. Ash please don't die. You can't. You can't leave me here all alone."

"Hey, you won't be alone. You have so many people that care for you."

"But I need you too."

"Misty I remember a quote. 'If I die tonight, I'd go with no regrets. If it's in your arms, I'd know that I was blessed. And if your eyes are the last thing that I see, then I know the beauty heaven holds for me'. Misty I wrote a newspaper article about my battle with this stupid disease. Please read it, then you'll know…you'll know what I mean. Goodbye everyone, my time has come."

"Ash no!"

"Pika pi pikachu! [Ash come back!]"

But it was no use, his eyes closed forever. Brock tried to calm me and Mrs. Ketchum down, and Tracey took care of Pikachu. But nothing they could say or do got rid of the emotional pain inside of me.

Days passed but still the pain inside me remained. I spent all of my time in Ash's room. Once Brock even came up there with me. He told me that he was very worried about Mrs. Ketchum. She spent all of her time in the lounge room, staring at pictures of Ash. She must be even sadder than me. Pikachu and Ash's other Pokémon weren't doing much better. They would just lounge around all day doing nothing. I guess they felt that there was no point in training if their master was gone. I could also tell that Brock was more upset than he let on. He sure did do a good job of hiding it though… We finally read over the newspaper article that had been sitting there for days. It turned out Ash did hear what I said the night of the Christmas party. And also, he felt the same way. I could do nothing but break down in tears.

"Oh Misty crying isn't going to get you anywhere. You have to accept that he's gone. I know you loved him, and I know how it feels to loose someone close. But you can't dwell on the past. You have to move on with your life."

"I know Brock but…what am I going to do without him?"

Brock held me in a friendly embrace as I once again, tried to get the feeling of pain out of my system. (A/N: For all you Misty and Brock shippers out there, the keyword in that sentence is 'friendly').

"It's ok, Misty."

"No it's not. How can you say that? The only person in the whole world who loved me is gone. Nothing will ever be ok again."

With that, I pulled myself away from him and collapsed on the bed, crying. Brock sighed and walked out.

The next day was Ash's funeral. I didn't even want to go. I just wanted to forget it had ever happened. But Brock told me it would be my last chance to say goodbye. So I dragged myself out of the room and into Prof. Oak's car (he was taking us there because Mrs. Ketchum was too upset to drive). I was silent the whole way, just like everyone else. I can't even imagine how sad Mrs. Ketchum must be. I've known Ash four years but she's his mother. Anyway, when we got to the cemetery, it started to rain. I guess the weather suited my attitude. Most of the people that were at the Christmas party were at the funeral. There were a couple of people I didn't know, who were probably Ash's family. And to my surprise, Team Rocket were there too. They came up to me at one point. I guess they probably saw how upset I was because the Queen of mean (Jessie) hugged me and told me everything was going to be fine. I told her I wish I could believe that too and they just frowned. Then came the time for the eulogies. It hadn't even been organized who would say one. I could tell that Mrs. Ketchum and Brock were too upset, and Tracey hadn't known him long enough. So I decided to do it myself. I walked up to the microphone and began to speak, holding back tears.

"I've known Ash for four years now. I met him after I pulled him and Pikachu out of a river with my fishing pole on the first day of his Pokémon journey. After that we became travelling buddies and soon, best friends. Ash was a great person. He was always willing to help people; he was a friend to every Pokémon; and he was smart and a great Pokémon trainer. I know that I always told him the opposite of that, and I'm so sorry. He didn't deserve to die. (By this time I was crying). I just wish that I hadn't been so mean to him. Why? Why didn't I tell him dammit! I'm so stupid. Just so stupid…" I couldn't finish the eulogy. Brock had to come up and take me back to my seat. I covered my face with my hands and closed my eyes tight. I refused to look at the sympathetic looks on everyone's faces. I sat there for the rest of the funeral with my eyes facing the ground, until it came time for the burial. Ash would be buried next to his father. I didn't know how or when Ash's dad died, but it's just not fair. Why do people have to die? I've been through all of this when my parents died, but I was really little. Before the funeral I was told that we could bury him with something special. We each got a chance to go to the coffin in the ground and throw our item in there. When my turn came, I walked up slowly. I was glad they didn't keep the coffin open. I didn't think I could bear to see Ash lying in there, all still and white. So I took out a pile of money from my pocket. I decided that I would give the money Ash gave me for my bike, back to him. After all why should I keep it? I didn't even want it in the first place. I kissed the money and watched it flutter down the hole.

"I love you, Ash", I said with tears running down my face and into the ground, "I always will."

As I walked back to my seat for the final blessing, I heard something behind me. I turned around and saw Ash standing there. He was see-through; he looked like a ghost. And the weirdest thing was, he was crying. But he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. I decided that I was seeing things, and must be going crazy.

Now, as I end this piece of writing, I make the most important decision of my life. I'm not going to live anymore. I know I have read that suicide is not the option. But I have nowhere to turn. I can't stay here forever, or go back home. The only option I have is to find my true love. To end my pain and find happiness. I guess this is my suicide note. I'm sorry to all those I have hurt. Now you will be rid of me; I've been such a burden. So this is my final word. Goodbye.

~Misty

THE END

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NOT! Read on peeps!

Well, I'm back. I had the most incredible day! I was sitting on the cliff overlooking the place where I met Ash. I wanted to have that place in my memory forever. I was standing off the cliff-edge, when I saw Ash again in a ghost form. He stood there, shaking his head at me, as if he was telling me not to jump. I yelled out at him to stop it. I told him to stop haunting me and get lost, even though I knew I was imaging it. I was just about to jump, when I heard someone calling out my name. I turned around to see Mrs. Ketchum standing there. She had my diary (what I am writing this in) in her hands and tears running down her face.

"Misty stop!"

"Why? What's the point? I could never find anyone else like him."

"I know we can't replace Ash, but he'll never truly be gone."

"What?"

"He'll always be in our hearts Misty, and I'm sure he is watching over us."

I stared down at the river below the cliff, and stepped down shakily. Mrs. Ketchum came up to me and held me in her arms while I poured my heart out in tears. When I stopped crying we sat on the grass and talked.

"Misty I know you feel horrible, but you have to realize. Ash wouldn't want you to go through this. He would want you to get on with your life. I went through the same thing when…"

"When what?"

"When Ash's father, or my husband, died."

"Oh I'm sorry Mrs. Ketchum. I didn't mean to bring it up…"

"No Misty it's ok. Ash was only little when he passed away. But I had to make up some dumb story that he went out on a journey, trying to become Pokémon master, and would return soon. And please call me Deliah."

"Oh, ok, Deliah, but how? What happened to him?"

"It was cancer. It took him away from us. I never knew that it might get passed on to our son. When he died, Ash was all I had. His family abandoned me and I didn't have any family at all. But I raised him as best I could and…"

"And you did a great job."

Mrs. Ketchum smiled at me and I gave her a weak smile back.

"Thankyou Deliah."

"Whatever for?"

"For stopping me back there. I never knew that other people had been in the same position as me."

"Well Misty, I'm glad you realized that."

"And now I know what I have to do. I have to go to the Pokémon League and hold Ash's place up there as Pokémon Master."

"Well, that's wonderful Misty. And what do you say? Would you stay with me at my house?"

"Oh I'd love to! Thankyou so much Deliah!"

"You're welcome. I'm glad you're happy again."

Our conversation ended there as we headed back home. Now I know what I have to do. I will train my Pokémon, and Ash's, to become the best in the world. I will never be the same without Ash, but I know he will always be there for me. Watching over me. No matter what.

~Misty.

The scene ends with Ash (in his ghost form) closing Misty's diary. He smiles, and then quickly disappears into thin air. As he disappears a small voice can be heard. "I know you can do it Misty. I love you."

THE END

Well I hope you liked it. The quote I used was from a Westlife song called 'Moments'. And I know you're probably thinking that Ash wouldn't say that coz he's not that romantic; but he is older in this fic. He is 11 or 12 in the series now and is 14 in this fic. I think that all of you that are reading this are a lot different from how you were 2 or 3 years ago. The same goes for my fic 'Spanish Eyes'.

Please review this story!! I am starting a new fic soon. I'm not telling anyone what it will be called or what it's about, but I can tell you that it will be about 8 parts long. It probably won't be up for a while though, because holidays have just finished and I'm back to school again for 10 weeks. So I hope you liked it!! And sorry for that bit when I made you think she was gonna kill herself. But there was a point to that gap, if you think about it. Stay cool peeps.

Luv Ashy

'Dream as long as you know, it's not impossible to make it a reality'