Clistare's Notes: I honestly know that right now I should be completing the last paragraphs of the letter 'R'. But in my opinion, I needed to fix the grammar and (if there are) spelling mistakes such as this. I'd be improving the next few letters until I wish, and hopefully I'd be able to post up the next chapter for the Alphabet Challenge. I solely decided that this will be my top priority for the next few months. If you'd like to make a request, I'll see what I can do.

Chapter Rating: T.

Shipping: Pokeshipping (Ash/Misty)

No quote(s) for this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters that will be mentioned below.

A-Air.

Air. She needed it badly. She felt like the world was suffocating her until she couldn't let out a single breath. From this crowded room to the tight-hugging dress, she was most definitely uncomfortable. No matter what she tried to do—from drinking excessive water to loosening the outfit—she knew that she needed to get out of this party. Even if it was dedicated to her most recent success.

Making her way through the thick crowds of familiar and unfamiliar places, she trudged to the backyard of the estate. Nobody seemed to notice her obvious escape, as they had either been drinking too much champagne or didn't care about her at all. "Stupid sisters," she muttered quietly, so as not to be heard by the people nearby.

Sliding the doors to the side, she crept out of the ballroom as quiet as a mouse. She shouldn't be getting any attention.

Dashing to the gazebo while content with the concept that everyone was far too busy inside to notice, Misty let out her first breath of air.

"Ahh…" she sighed in content, breathing in the fresh air mixed with the salty sea water. It was what she had been waiting for the entire night. The quiet waves crashing on the jagged, unperfectly sculpted rocks and the shining full moon around the cloudless sky...it was very romantic, to say the least.

"Misty?" a voice interrupted her serene moment.

Freezing, she slightly turned around to wish it wasn't her ex-boyfriend again, going on his knees and begging like last time. If it was him, she knew that his only reasons of getting back with her were because of the fame and fortune she held in her hands. She was, after all, Misty Waterflower.

Letting out a smile of relief, she turned around once more to face the beautiful sea that she had always adored, even when she was very little. There were a few water pokemon jumping in air, roaring in the distance.

"It's beautiful isn't it, Ash? I can't believe I got this far...it almost feels like a perfect dream." Misty whispered, closing her eyes and enjoying the cool breeze tickling her cheeks and the wind tussling her hair.

"Yeah…" grinned Ash, standing beside her and holding her hand tightly. Misty craned her head to get a better look of her boyfriend, then let out another sincere smile.

"Aren't you supposed to be inside? It's your victory party and I feel kinda bad for what happened in mine…" he looked down onto their intertwined hands, blushing a deep red of crimson.

Misty giggled. "Aw, don't worry Ashy-boy. I'm sure you were just drunk—you did practically ignored me and made out with Angie."

"I said I was sorry a hundred times, Myst," Ash pouted playfully, nudging her on the shoulder. "After that I swore to you that I'd never drink again, right?"

She looked up and met his expressive, chocolate brown orbs. Misty winked and replied, "I trust you, Ash. You know I do."

With one forceful, but gentle push, she found herself sitting on the cement railing of the small gazebo. Misty scrunched her brows and cocked her head in confusion. "Ash...what's going on?"

"Misty…I'm not very good at these but…" but Misty lifted a palm to gesture that she wanted to speak.

"Don't tell me you're breaking up with me, Ash." she said warningly, but shivered, hoping to Arceus that he wasn't going to do what she thought he would do. His eyes widened as he shook his head to a definite 'no'.

"Of course not, Myst. Now, will you please let me finish?"

Nodding her head and hoping for the best, Misty braced herself as she clutched onto the rails, her knuckles almost turning white. With one close examination of Ash's face, Misty knew that he was anxious about something.

"I know you like romantic stuff but since I don't know how to do this, I'll make it quick and subtle. Misty Waterflower, will you—" he got down on one knee and opened a blue velvet-covered ring box. Contained inside the marvelous box was clearly an engagement ring, one he was graciously offering to her. "—marry me?"

And at the moment she nodded, she felt like she needed more air again.

Clistare's Notes: I know I didn't do much editing for this one, but I couldn't replace some words without grasping the true concept of their relationship. I don't know what pushed me into wanting to make this better, but I guess as I've read my old writing style and compared it to mine now, I feel sort of disappointed that I had not given it much effort as I do now. Reviews are very much appreciated, but if you don't want to tell me what you think about this, then I'm quite contented that you gave it much time to read.

-Marie-