A/N: A/N: Inspiration hit me. What can I say? This has yuri, and is my first attempt at writing Tamers, so please be gentle, okay?
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
You Never Know
By: Crystal, aka Matt Mimi
Drip... Drip...
The slow, steady sound whispered softly in the otherwise stillness of the room. Drip... Drip...
She was getting weaker now. She stared at her arm with some interest. A detached sort of amusement filled her being. So... this is what blood looked like as it leaked slowly from your body. It seemed so... surreal. Like it was happening in a movie. A giggle escaped from her throat. It lasted for maybe a couple of seconds.
"Well... I guess this is what you get when you let your heart open. Rejection."
The words startled her. She had not meant to say them aloud. It just... happened. Like life, it just happened, and you had no control over it, no control over other people. All there is is that desperate hope that things will go your way, and an unbearable sadness when it didn't. And it never did go her way.
Life stops, though. Life stops, and there is nothing you can do to change it. The only thing you can change is when it ends.
And she was just ready to let it end.
***
"Dear Ruki," the letter read. "I just wrote this to say I love you. I've loved you desperately since the first time we met, really. Funny. I never really believed in love at first sight until I met you.
"But I guess you don't feel the same way. I went over to your house this afternoon. I wanted to tell you everything. I'd hoped you'd feel the same way. But when I got there, I saw Ryou kiss you.
"Well. I guess that answers that question.
"I know that shouldn't be enough to end my life, but I'm just sick of it. Sick of all the little losses and the not-so-little losses. I'm sick of always being the loser, things never going my way.
"I'm just sick of it, Ruki.
"So, I've decided to end all that. I'm through with being the loser. I'm just going to go away on a sea of red. I don't know where I'll end up, but anything has to be better than this painful existence. I'm sorry if this hurts you, Ruki. I know you had to have at least considered us friends. I valued our friendship, too.
"Ashiteru, Ruki-chan.
"Signed, Juri Katou."
***
Ruki's face was blank as she stared at the gravestone. She held a crumpled piece of paper in her hands. Juri's letter. An emptiness permeated her soul.
"I told Ryou that I that I didn't love him," Ruki informed the gravestone. "If you'd stuck around, you'd know that. I told him that maybe I would if it weren't for you. I told him sorry, but I'm in love with Juri. I told him that maybe if you weren't there, it would be him, but I loved you. I love you, Juri."
Ruki sighed deeply. "So. How does it feel to have died for a lie?"
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
You Never Know
By: Crystal, aka Matt Mimi
Drip... Drip...
The slow, steady sound whispered softly in the otherwise stillness of the room. Drip... Drip...
She was getting weaker now. She stared at her arm with some interest. A detached sort of amusement filled her being. So... this is what blood looked like as it leaked slowly from your body. It seemed so... surreal. Like it was happening in a movie. A giggle escaped from her throat. It lasted for maybe a couple of seconds.
"Well... I guess this is what you get when you let your heart open. Rejection."
The words startled her. She had not meant to say them aloud. It just... happened. Like life, it just happened, and you had no control over it, no control over other people. All there is is that desperate hope that things will go your way, and an unbearable sadness when it didn't. And it never did go her way.
Life stops, though. Life stops, and there is nothing you can do to change it. The only thing you can change is when it ends.
And she was just ready to let it end.
***
"Dear Ruki," the letter read. "I just wrote this to say I love you. I've loved you desperately since the first time we met, really. Funny. I never really believed in love at first sight until I met you.
"But I guess you don't feel the same way. I went over to your house this afternoon. I wanted to tell you everything. I'd hoped you'd feel the same way. But when I got there, I saw Ryou kiss you.
"Well. I guess that answers that question.
"I know that shouldn't be enough to end my life, but I'm just sick of it. Sick of all the little losses and the not-so-little losses. I'm sick of always being the loser, things never going my way.
"I'm just sick of it, Ruki.
"So, I've decided to end all that. I'm through with being the loser. I'm just going to go away on a sea of red. I don't know where I'll end up, but anything has to be better than this painful existence. I'm sorry if this hurts you, Ruki. I know you had to have at least considered us friends. I valued our friendship, too.
"Ashiteru, Ruki-chan.
"Signed, Juri Katou."
***
Ruki's face was blank as she stared at the gravestone. She held a crumpled piece of paper in her hands. Juri's letter. An emptiness permeated her soul.
"I told Ryou that I that I didn't love him," Ruki informed the gravestone. "If you'd stuck around, you'd know that. I told him that maybe I would if it weren't for you. I told him sorry, but I'm in love with Juri. I told him that maybe if you weren't there, it would be him, but I loved you. I love you, Juri."
Ruki sighed deeply. "So. How does it feel to have died for a lie?"