notes1 because life is full of disappointments and we can't always get what we want
notes2 catch the title reference (haha, not that i've read it, but it seems like a good fic. the title is awesome. credit goes to the author, not me, please)
notes3 this is supposed to be a drabble-ish thingy, so don't complain
notes4 possible two-shot?
dedication to heartaches and lost dreams that always seem to be out of reach (which is why we should've known better from the start)
always know your limits
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you should've known better
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As the crowd roared and cheered for the new champion, now known as the Digimon King, she felt tears stinging her eyes, a mix of fury and jealousy and indescribable bitterness swirling around in her stomach as she stormed out of the stadium.
"E-eh? Ruki? Oi, where're you going? It's—"
It was raining that day.
The rain felt like dead bullets raining down on her.
You could say she was overreacting, but this—this meant a lot to her. It meant too much to her to simply admit defeat and get over with it.
I can't lose.
She wanted to deny it — scream and shout at everyone, I should be Queen! I should be the winner! — but she would just look like a sore loser, wouldn't she? People would wonder, where had her pride and dignity gone? So she lets out her shock and a little bit of rage — who wouldn't be angry, after all? — but she waits until she is away from the crowds to yell at the stormy grey skies and let out all her frustration, her hurt, her—
"Ruki? Is that you?"
No. Not him.
He's the source of her problems, for goodness sake.
Go away.
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She ran too fast for him to catch up.
Panting heavily, he sank against the wall and closed his eyes, ignoring the rain soaking his hair.
Maybe—maybe I should've held back. I know how much this meant—means— to her.
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The next day, he was nowhere to be found.
There were speculations, some as ridiculous as murder out of jealousy, but none ever knew the real truth.
What was she supposed to feel now?
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but i didn't and i don't and i won't ever