Ash sighed, probably for the billion time today. He never thought his feelings toward Misty Waterflower would make his life so difficult like this. He has no idea how to react to such new feelings. It hurt the sixteen years old boy’s head.

What was happening to him? Why was he feeling this way? Wasn’t this love thing supposed to be sweet and warm? Why is he feeling the total opposite—as if the whole world’s weight was on his shoulder? Why Misty wasn’t saying anything about this?

Or maybe… why he felt so scared of talking to her about these new feelings? Ash hesitated so much to the point he’d avoid Misty sometimes. He only had two classes with her and he wanted to keep skipping them already. It was making him go insane.

Did she care? Did she even notice? Ash had no idea, but he knew for sure; if he doesn’t do something about this, he will go crazy. Everything was boiling inside his body. He wished sometimes things would get back to the way it was at first, when he and Misty were just good friends who had lunch together. It was less complicated, and Ash never thought about avoiding her or even ignoring her. He liked being with her a lot.

Well, he liked her being around too now, but it was different. It was too complicated; Ash loved and hated her at the same time. He wasn’t even sure.

It was settled; Ash needed help, and he was going to avoid asking his friends because he didn’t want Misty to hear about this.