I don't own Digimon and their characters. It's sad but that's the bitter truth. Then again, I might've ruined it if it was mine. Credits to owner of the series and the picture.

She was shining, to say the very least. It was a beautiful shade of pink, the pink they all have come to know and love. The colour of her crest. It was bright, far too bright than usual and he knew- knew that something was wrong. But he was far too late when realisation had hit him hard. Far too late, and it was all his fault now that she was gone.

A sudden jolt from the bed and up he went. Awake, shaken by his dreams. It was more of a nightmare than a dream to him. Until now, he still refused to admit how it was far too real to only be a dream. Sweat was forming on his forehead before one by one, they trailed down his face. Shivers went up his spines and he could feel himself shivering from the dread. His messy blonde hair, now plastered to his forehead due to his sweat. Dampening thus darkening the colour.

A hand moved to push away the bangs that were covering his eyes. his azure blue eyes that people have come to love and cherish. It wasn't his hand because his was far too calloused from all the times he played basketball, this hand was far too small to belong to him. Blue eyes opened to meet hazelnut-coloured eyes. concern laced within the eyes as the owner moved the hand to wipe away the sweat from his face. gently, almost afraid that he were to disappear. Or that he was merely a figment of her imagination.

A hand- his, went to pull her closer. Pulling her almost forcefully but how could it be by force if she was far too willing to in letting him have his way? They both didn't know who made the first move- but all they could remember were lips meeting lips. Kisses. Unspoken words were shared as they kissed one another, fighting for dominance. All of their pent-up feelings poured on each other. Trying to tell the other how much they meant to them. You're here, you're really here.

And that was all that mattered to them, that they were both alive. Breathing and living.

A tangle of limbs could be seen on the bed, bare of any clothing. The only thing covering them was the warm and fluffy blanket on top of them. Their only protection from the cold and other nosy digimons that could be around. The brunette was sound asleep, if the slow rising of her chest was an indication. She was snuggled closely under the protection of the blonde man. A hand- his, went and pushed away the bangs that were covering her beautiful face from his view. He was mesmerised, simply put by the sight of his best friend next to him. He was lucky, he knew that but everything comes with a price. That was something he knows far too well for his liking.

A content smile could be seen on his face as he watched her sleep in peace, maybe rhe first one she's gotten in months. The hand that pushed her bangs away slowly yet surely started playing with her hair. It had grown since the last time he saw her. Then it moved, slowly trailing the contour of her forehead, her eyebrows and her cute button nose before finally stopping at his destination. Her plump lips. He couldn't help but break into a grin when he heard his name coming out from said lips, before snuggling even closer to his warmth.

He couldn't control himself far too long because he managed to steal a kiss from the sleeping girl. It was a sweet yet short kiss. The chaste and innocent kind that they used to secretly share before all the madness came to be. He could feel her stirring from her slumber thus he quickly feigned sleep. He could feel the bed dipping down due to the weight and force from the girl. He knew she was now in an upright position, as she tried to the sleepiness away from her eyes. He could tell that she was smiling at the sight of his sleeping form because he knew her for as long as he could remember.

A soft giggle escaped the brunette's mouth and he almost swooned. Almost. He had to force everything in his being not to smile at the sound. Oh, how he misses that sound. He just missed everything about her, to be completely honest. She was his everything. His light.

"You know, I could have sworn you kissed me just now," she hummed, amusement laced in her gentle voice. The fingers on left hand slowly trailed up from his left hand up to his shoulders, to his shoulder blades. Her fingers stopped there but her ministrations continued on. She just kept on making small circular shapes there. His ticklish spot and he knew that she knew because she found it almost a year ago. Unexpectedly yet welcomed, he could feel hot air being blown into his left ear, the ear that was vulnerable to her exploitation.

" To be honest," she trailed off. He could feel her weight on him as she pushed him down, dipping the bed even further down from their combined weight. Her hand moved up to stroke his cheek as she stared into surprised blue eyes. he could feel her breathing on his lips and he knew- he was falling into her game. But he couldn't find it in himself to hate the thought of it.

"I actually love it,"

He could hear the teasing in her voice, that was far too wicked and sultry to belong to the Hikari he knew and that was it. That was his downfall but he was glad that she was the one to make him undone. He trusted her far too much and she had the power to destroy him and he wouldn't complain. Because that was the price he had to pay. His lips met her halfway and they both knew a repeat of last night was bound to happen. But they were glad because as much power she had over him, he had just as much over her.

They knew their relationship was hopeless and it was bound to end in the darkness. Maybe them meeting once more to share this fragile yet tender moment was all part of Dagomon's wicked plan of some sort. But that didn't mean anything as long as the hope she brought out of him and the light he gave her were alive. With that, the both of them knew they'll survive and find a way out from this destruction that she trapped them both in.

As long there is hope and light, they'll never lose each other ever again.

Author's note

This is my first time writing a fanfic about digimon and this was just a random musing I had about a month ago. Had this story on my phone but I didn't know if it was worth writing it down and posting it. Well, I decided to take that chance and here you guys go.

Any comments is welcome, especially if it's constructive criticsm. English isn't my mother's tongue but that's no excuse seeing as it's my second language as I use it more often. But I'm still learning and sometimes it's hard to put it into words what I actually mean, so please take that into account.

Beauty of musings signing off