Episode #5 The Past is Never Past

Episode #5 The Past is Never Past

The Past is Never Past

Episode 5

Written by: Drk Knght

Misty woke up with a start as her eyes suddenly burst open and she sat up after a somewhat restless night. Her breathing came in short breaths as her mind rapidly recalled to her the events of the previous day. The small amount of sweat that had collected on her forehead was quickly wiped away by her hand as the fatigue of sleep began to slowly wear off.

Streaming particles of light from the sun shone through into the room from a nearby shaded window revealing a dance of small particles of dust and dirt that floated effortlessly in the air. The filtering light and the stillness of the air brought some degree of comfort to the troubled young girl.

The floor of the room was layered with a soft-colored tan carpeting and the walls were colored a slight light bluish hue while the ceiling finished the room with a common white color.

Misty swung her legs around the bed on which she had slept on and rested them on the carpeting. Her bare feet compressed into the flooring and the carpet fibers were soft and smooth to the touch. It was almost as if this was new carpeting or something.

She stood to her feet and wobbled for a bit but managed to stay upright. After stretching her muscles and joints Misty walked over to the window feeling the luscious carpeting squish between her naked toes. She pulled back the curtains, slowly at first, allowing her eyes the opportunity to get used to the increase in lighting. Finally, she pulled the curtains fully apart allowing her adjusted to behold a new sight. The sight that Misty saw was breathtaking and she visibly gasped back some air for through the window was the sight of an endless and vast blue ocean that stretched on as far as the eyes could see. Being a water Pokémon trainer and seeing such a magnificent sight just simply astounded the orange haired beauty.

Misty continued to gaze out the window in amazement at the beautiful sight of the ocean which dazzled her eyes when suddenly a voice from behind her startled her.

“It’s beautiful, is it not?”

She jumped suddenly and turned her head around to the source of the voice only to lay her eyes upon her rescuer who was leaning on the inside of the door pane with his arms crossed and one of his feet propped up against the door pane, his toes pointing down. The early morning sunlight shone into the room from the window and a luminous glow was cast upon his face. This caused his face to shine and his sandy and slightly messy blond hair to shimmer with a manly type of beauty and grace. He looked more handsome now then he had ever looked before and Misty had a great difficulty in finding her voice.

As he started to move from his position and walk over to where she was, Misty began to feel her body trembling with excitement but also anticipation. Why am I trembling so much? she thought as she felt her hand literally shaking uncontrollably. I have to get myself under control. Just as long as I don’t look into his eyes…

He came right up next to her and his majestic, ocean blue eyes instantly connected with hers and she knew she would not last much longer. She felt her knees go weak and her spine give way as she nearly melted in his compassionate gaze.

He lifted his hand towards her in a motion that seemed like he was going to wrap his arm around her and she felt goose bumps ripple across her body even though he had not even touched her. His fingertips reached over and lifted her drooping shirt up over her exposed shoulder. When his fingers lightly brushed up on her shoulder and his arm against the back of her neck, a shiver ran throughout her body and she looked down and realized that she may have been showing off more of her body than she realized.

“You looked cold.” His gazed shifted from her to the open window and his hand began to drop from her shoulder, or it would have if it had not been for Misty’s hand that reached up and rested upon his hand. The blond male looked back at Misty and she gave a pleading look for him to leave his arm wrapped around her.

“I am… or I was a little cold until you…” she froze in mid-sentence when she realized that her face was colored a rosy colored shade of embarrassed pink.

“Yeah…I kind of figured,” he replied understandingly and to prove his understanding of her he pulled her body closer to his own in a tighter, much warmer one-armed embrace.

She responded by gingerly wrapping her arm around his lower back. Misty had never been this close and this intimate with any guy before and she could not help but feel slightly nervous.