Epilogue

"What was your dream of?" asked Ash.

The room was tinted with blue and the only sound was their echoing voices in the room. Their shadows were cascaded on the right wall and on part of the floor, which led to the bottom bunk where Ash and Misty were both sitting across from each other.

"I can’t explain it, and I can’t remember half of it. It was really long," replied Misty.

There was a moment of silence.

"And you’re reliving it?" asked Ash.

"In my dream… would you believe we were in love?"

There was another moment of silence except for their heavy breathing.

"I don’t know," he finally said.

"We were both only eleven, and we grew to twenty."

"…"

"…"

"I’d hate to see myself like that."

"I thought you were cute looking."

Ash couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "I wonder if I’m the one dreaming right now!"

Misty leaned forward and hugged him. "…Deynatsu… red dragon…" she mumbled.

"What?"

"In my dream, when we were fifteen, you’d say that to me sometimes."

"What does it mean?"

"Red is the color of fire, and fire stood for love. Deynatsu was like your own word or code and the dragon was our symbol."

Ash smiled, hugging her back. "I wish I were in that dream of yours right now."

**

Ash fell asleep in her arms, and she gently laid him down on his own bunk. She kissed his forehead feeling twenty once again.

"Satoshi…"