Soaring One Last Time
Yolei Izumi
Water. As far as I can see. Water.
The wind blows a strand of my pink hair into my face and I casually flip it out. I am currently standing on the Brooklyn Bridge, gazing down into New York Harbor. Why am I up here? I know why. I know all too well. Looking down into the deep, dark water below, I begin to think.
Who am I, I wonder? I know my name, Mimi Tachikawa, but that's not what I mean. Do I have a purpose? That's what I want to know. I'm a fashion model. Is that all I can do? Is that all I'm good for? Playing dress up and looking cute for photographers? I want to be more. I want to be important. Can I be? I don't think so. I don't have the potential.
Yolei. Poor girl. She wants to be just like me. She wants to be pretty and popular. What she doesn't know is that she's already gorgeous. What's more, she had a brain. That's more than I've ever had. People tell me otherwise, but, then, why don't I believe them?
Back in the Digiworld, I remember the others would talk about me. They'd wonder if I could possibly be as dumb as they thought. Izzy didn't believe it was possible for a human to be so brainless and suggested that I was an alien acting stupid to trick them. Izzy. Bearer of the Crest of Knowledge. He never would listen to me. I remember getting so upset because he wouldn't respond to me, that I ran deep into a temple maze and refused to go back. Stupid again. Perhaps he never listened to me because I never had an intelligent work pass by my lips.
I wish I were smarter. I wish I had more to offer. I wish I were more than just a pretty face. But I'm not.
Crest of Sincerity… I am being sincere. I want this to end.
I look up at the Statue of Liberty and back to the water so far below. So dark. So cold. So deep. So inviting.
Suddenly, I jump.
I close my eyes and feel the air against my face. It feels like when I fly into the Digital World. Weightless. Calm. Free. I feel myself soaring one last time.
I hit the liquid platform below, plunging deep into the ocean. The water hits my face, engulfing my body. I open my eyes underwater. It stings, but I don't care. Two of my star clips fell out with the impact and I now watch them sink into the darkness of the water. I look above me and can see the sky through the water where real stars shine. I reclose my eyes and open my mouth, letting the seawater fill my lungs. I say goodbye to the world that tortured me so well… and hello to sweet, sweet darkness.
Yolei Izumi
Water. As far as I can see. Water.
The wind blows a strand of my pink hair into my face and I casually flip it out. I am currently standing on the Brooklyn Bridge, gazing down into New York Harbor. Why am I up here? I know why. I know all too well. Looking down into the deep, dark water below, I begin to think.
Who am I, I wonder? I know my name, Mimi Tachikawa, but that's not what I mean. Do I have a purpose? That's what I want to know. I'm a fashion model. Is that all I can do? Is that all I'm good for? Playing dress up and looking cute for photographers? I want to be more. I want to be important. Can I be? I don't think so. I don't have the potential.
Yolei. Poor girl. She wants to be just like me. She wants to be pretty and popular. What she doesn't know is that she's already gorgeous. What's more, she had a brain. That's more than I've ever had. People tell me otherwise, but, then, why don't I believe them?
Back in the Digiworld, I remember the others would talk about me. They'd wonder if I could possibly be as dumb as they thought. Izzy didn't believe it was possible for a human to be so brainless and suggested that I was an alien acting stupid to trick them. Izzy. Bearer of the Crest of Knowledge. He never would listen to me. I remember getting so upset because he wouldn't respond to me, that I ran deep into a temple maze and refused to go back. Stupid again. Perhaps he never listened to me because I never had an intelligent work pass by my lips.
I wish I were smarter. I wish I had more to offer. I wish I were more than just a pretty face. But I'm not.
Crest of Sincerity… I am being sincere. I want this to end.
I look up at the Statue of Liberty and back to the water so far below. So dark. So cold. So deep. So inviting.
Suddenly, I jump.
I close my eyes and feel the air against my face. It feels like when I fly into the Digital World. Weightless. Calm. Free. I feel myself soaring one last time.
I hit the liquid platform below, plunging deep into the ocean. The water hits my face, engulfing my body. I open my eyes underwater. It stings, but I don't care. Two of my star clips fell out with the impact and I now watch them sink into the darkness of the water. I look above me and can see the sky through the water where real stars shine. I reclose my eyes and open my mouth, letting the seawater fill my lungs. I say goodbye to the world that tortured me so well… and hello to sweet, sweet darkness.