Yesterday, I made my best friend cry.

Matt walked up to me, laid his hand on my arm, and told me he needed to talk to me.

I said, "So talk."

He said, "Alone."

I nodded and I followed him as he beat a path into the woods.

He sat on a stump and looked at his feet as though they were the most interesting thing in the world.

I leaned against a tree.

Finally I broke the silence. "Matt, what is it."

He looked up. "I'm in love with you, Tai."

I said, "You're kidding, right?"

He shook his head.

I sighed and looked away.

"You don't love me." He said. It was a statement, a fact.

I looked at him. "No. I don't. You're a good friend, Matt, but..."

"But. Yeah. I know." He ran a hand over his face.

"I'm sorry, man."

"Don't be. It's my fault, if it's anyone's fault." And he stood up.

"Where're you going?"

"To think. Don't wait for me, Tai." He walked off into the woods.

I returned to camp.

Afternoon became night.

It must have been three hours before he came back. His face was puffy and red. He didn't talk to anyone, not even Gabumon or TK. He just sat down and ate.

I watched him.

After dinner, he looked at me for a second. Then, he wandered off again. TK tried to follow him, but he made him stay behind.

TK walked back and looked up at me. "Tai? Do you know why my brother's so sad?"

"No. I don't. Sorry, kid." It felt bad to lie, but what could I tell him? That I broke his brother's heart?

He nodded. "He's kinda scaring me." He confided.

"Me too." I said.

Then I sat by the fire and poked the coals.

He is scaring me, really.

Sora was the next to notice. "Tai? Where's Matt?"

I gestured towards the woods. "Out there."

"Why is he acting so wierd? Did you two have a fight again?"

I sighed. "Kind of. Sort of. No."

"Then what happened?"

"It's a long story. Sorry, Sora."

Sora looked at me, then nodded. "Tell him we're worried."

"Will do."

"I'm going to bed."

"That's good."

"Good night, Tai."

"'Night."

And she went to sleep.

Later on I heard music. Someone playing a harmonica. Matt playing a harmonica. It was a sad song.

The song finished.

Silence ruled for a few minutes.

Matt came back. He looked at me and gave a sad grin.

Then he walked over to the camp site and went to sleep.

So, I don't love him. I can't love him, not like he wants. I'm not gay. But...I'm still worried about him. I still care about him.

I think he cried himself to sleep last night.

I made him cry.

Today, he's been trying to be Matt. The Matt we all know. But it's like he's acting, like he's playing a part he doesn't particularly want.

Like he's lost something.

And I know what it is.

Yesterday, Matt had a dream. He thought I'd love him, too. That we'd fall in love and be together, forever.

I killed it.

And today he's trying to find his way again.

I wish him luck.

Even if I don't love him.