Author: Baby Clefairy Rating: PG-13
Too Late
This is a short but sad fic. I had a dream that I was watching an episode of Pokémon on T.V. and this is basically the episode (just hope it never really does happen, I doubt it would, but I would seriously cry if it did!) I just thought I would write it down, and then decided to send it in.
James sighed. "How can I tell her?" he thought. "I can't, that's what. Every time I try I mess up."
He glanced over to the hotel room bed she was sleeping in. Her hair was 'down' (as in she washed out the ten gallons of hairspray). He loved her even more this way. The sun had just come up, and it shined in through the window, making her hair sparkle.
He grabbed one of they two keys for the room, and walked down to the lobby. He grabbed one of the donuts from the cart there and sat down on one of the chairs. A girl with short black hair and green eyes looked at him, then looked away when someone called her. She then went by the pool.
He sighed again, thinking what a nice life she must have. He took a closer look through the glass walls of the pool and saw Meowth stretched out in a deck chair, looking content. He finished his donut, then grabbed another one and walked back to the room.
Jessie was still sleeping, though he noticed she had turned over because when he sat back down in the chair he had been in before, he could now see her face. Every now and then her lips moved, mumbling something.
He sighed once more, wrote a note on a piece of paper. Meanwhile Jessie was having a wonderful dream. Her and James were sitting on the beach at night, watching the stars. He told her he loved her, and she told him she loved him too. She then woke up.
She kept her eyes closed for a while, hoping it would someday be like that. She then opened her eyes. She stretched and looked around. No James. She grabbed a key and walked down to the lobby, where she knew there would be the donut cart, and she figured that's where he was.
She didn't notice the note on the small table in the corner. James wasn't there either. She went up to the front desk.
"Did see a man with blueish purple hair come by here?"
"No, sorry ma'am." She walked back down to the room and layed back down on the bed.
"He just went out to get something, he'll be back anytime now," she thought to herself. She got up to get her brush, and noticed a piece of paper under it. She read it. This is what it said.
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My Dearest Jessica,
Jessica, I have failed you. I have always wanted to tell you how I really feel, but I just never could. I'm sorry my love, but I can't live this way. Don't try to stop me from doing what must be done... that is if you wake up soon enough. I will see you in the afterlife. I will be waiting for you. I love you, James
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Jess looked horrified. She didn't know exactly what he had ment by it all, but she knew it wasn't good. She started packing.
She felt for the gun she had hidden under the bed for protection, and it wasn't there. She thought James must have taken it, then didn't think anything of it. She went into the bathroom to do her hair, and saw one thing that would be stuck in her mind for the rest of her life.
There lay James, surrounded in his own blood, the gun in his hand. She began to cry as she took James' hand and kissed it.
At his funeral all she did was cry. The only people there were Butch and Cassidy, and surprisingly Ash and Co. were there. Misty was actually crying, and Ash and Brock looked sadly at the ground. Butch and Cassidy were also looking to the ground.
Cassidy came up to her and and tried to comfort her (wow). After everyone left, she placed a solitary rose on the top of his coffin and walked away. She wondered if he had regreted it the moment he was dying. She would never know.
**AUTHOR'S NOTE** I didn't just make this up while sitting here, this was a dream I had. Pretty sad huh? This has a good moral, don't commit suicide, okay? People WILL miss you.
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