A Miyakeru for Camille. Camille is my sister, she loves Miyakerus for some odd reason, and this is for her, because she's just so damn cool. =D. It's all in Kari's POV, I like to make her suffer.
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If I concentrate really hard, I can make up the kanjis on the torn paper, but my eyes hurt. He never really was the one for calligraphy, and it's difficult to see through the tears pooling in my eyes.They slip out, and land on the white school-ruled paper, and for some reason, this makes me cry even more. The ink runs, and Takeru slowly fades away.
He's sorry, he says, so very sorry. The letter begins with that, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry... and I cry some more.
And he loves Miyako, he says, Miyako with the long hair and loud voice, Miyako I had trusted, Miyako I had loved and who had betrayed me. I wonder if he buries his face in her hair, like he did with me. He can smell her shampoo, and he whispers that he loves her, over and over again, and it hurts, even if it's only in my mind, it hurts so much. "Miya-chan..." he breathes down her neck, and my heart is falling apart.
Maybe he writes love letters to her too, and maybe he draws little hearts around her name with markers, and he writes that he loves her and that he will be with her forever, and she can't see it's a lie, such an obvious lie.
I flicker the blue Player's lighter open and let the fire fly higher and higher, sticking to the paper, reducing Takeru to gray ashes on my kitchen table. I blow the ashes away by the open window, watching them fly in the hot afternoon air as I bid Takeru goodbye.
Digimon is © Toei animation. This story is however © Rianne, 2000. Thankyouverymuch.
