I sat on the bed, arms wrapped around my legs, rocking back and forth as the telivision blared out the news of the day. Nothing was important to me anymore. I didn't care about any of them. That's what I told myself. But I knew inside my heart that was possibly the biggest lie I had ever forced myself to believe. Sometimes their smiling faces haunted me. They were watching me, even though they really weren't. Sometimes I would get the idea that they could read my thoughts. Impossible, right? Right...
We had broken apart. It was going to happen at some point, we all knew. We tried to spill out our love for eachother all at once, knowing the time was near for us all to go out and get new friends, to find a life other than the secret world of Digimon. It didn't work, too many arguments, too many love trianges. As we went from ten year olds to sixteen year olds things changed drastically. Friends don't stay friends that long. Not with me there. We did. Though the last few years were just based upon past issues.
And then finally, there were no more phone calls. We didn't meet anymore at the school none of us still attended. Our Digimon were pushed to the back of our minds and eventually went off to the Digiworld, knowing they were not cared for anymore. The only bit of conversation was between the couples trying to stay together and the occasional prank call on Yamato from Mimi or Sora. Eventually those stopped, too. Then there was silence. Hikari and I even stopped being such close siblings.
Yamato. Matt. Mr. Cool. I missed him more than the others. It kept tearing apart at my insides at the fact I missed him over Sora, the pretty girl who had slowly become my other best friend. I should miss Sora and Yama the same, no? But Matt..Matt just had something that made me remember him when I thought about the old days. Sometimes I pushed this thought into the back of my head along with the many memories of my digimon and tried to imagine Sora. She was pretty, she was bossy, and I adored her. But then Yamato came into the picture and I completely forgot about Sora.
No one had called. Sora did not even bother to prank call me like she used to, and Yamato did not call to ask me if I wanted to come to band rehearsal, if he still had the band, of course. Days were spent rocking like this and seeing but not hearing the telivision. Dreaming of him calling. Call me, one of you, please? But mostly you, Yamato. Call me.
Forget about them, Tai. Don't wish they called you. If they still cared, they would have called, and they didn't so they don't care. But you didn't call, Tai. And you still care about them. I'll call you then. I'll call you.
We had broken apart. It was going to happen at some point, we all knew. We tried to spill out our love for eachother all at once, knowing the time was near for us all to go out and get new friends, to find a life other than the secret world of Digimon. It didn't work, too many arguments, too many love trianges. As we went from ten year olds to sixteen year olds things changed drastically. Friends don't stay friends that long. Not with me there. We did. Though the last few years were just based upon past issues.
And then finally, there were no more phone calls. We didn't meet anymore at the school none of us still attended. Our Digimon were pushed to the back of our minds and eventually went off to the Digiworld, knowing they were not cared for anymore. The only bit of conversation was between the couples trying to stay together and the occasional prank call on Yamato from Mimi or Sora. Eventually those stopped, too. Then there was silence. Hikari and I even stopped being such close siblings.
Yamato. Matt. Mr. Cool. I missed him more than the others. It kept tearing apart at my insides at the fact I missed him over Sora, the pretty girl who had slowly become my other best friend. I should miss Sora and Yama the same, no? But Matt..Matt just had something that made me remember him when I thought about the old days. Sometimes I pushed this thought into the back of my head along with the many memories of my digimon and tried to imagine Sora. She was pretty, she was bossy, and I adored her. But then Yamato came into the picture and I completely forgot about Sora.
No one had called. Sora did not even bother to prank call me like she used to, and Yamato did not call to ask me if I wanted to come to band rehearsal, if he still had the band, of course. Days were spent rocking like this and seeing but not hearing the telivision. Dreaming of him calling. Call me, one of you, please? But mostly you, Yamato. Call me.
Forget about them, Tai. Don't wish they called you. If they still cared, they would have called, and they didn't so they don't care. But you didn't call, Tai. And you still care about them. I'll call you then. I'll call you.