Hello. Sapphire here with another story... it's been awhile, hasn't it?
Summary: A drabble fic, one that came to me during hurricane Frances.
Disclaimer: The following statements are false: I own Digimon. Digimon is mine!
We had been best friends forever, and I felst like I could tell him anything. So when I heard through the grapevine that he liked me, I immediately felt threatened. Our friendship, the one stable thing in my life, was on the line.
I distanced myself from him. Instead of talking to him about it, I ignored him, believing I was ridding myself of a problem. But instead, it tormented me constantly. We didn't eat together anymore, and we didn't sit by each other in classes. We didn't talk at school, period. Outside of school, however, I would see him at his soccer games, or at my concerts. We would exchange a casual hello, and go on our way.
It had to have hurt him. I know it hurt me, but being the naive teenager that I was, I believed it was for the best of our relationhip. What a fool I was back then.
And now I'm here, at the funeral of the person that changed my life. He gave me everything, but at the slightest change, I jumped up and ran away.
I haven't seen him in years, but he's still as beautiful as ever. I weep silently, knowing I will never hear his voice again.
But what saddens me most is that I never even said I was sorry.
I never told him I loved him.