It was a cold, raining morning in Cerulean city. Misty Waterflower sat in her بستر curled up in her comforter with a tear stained face.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then
And just let them out
Misty's eyes filled up with tears. She let them fall on her bed
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin' on
With آپ gone still upsets me
Misty heard a knock at her door. She wiped away her tears and grabbed a book from the floor and opened it up. گلبہار, گل داؤدی entered smiled at Misty then left. A tear...