Disclaimer: I don't own digimon
This is a depressing little fic about Matt rejecting Tai in Matt's POV
Warning: character death
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Maybe if I stopped and listened closely at his voice over the phone asking me to come to the park, I would've notice the slight tremble in them.
Maybe if I opened my eyes and looked at him directly, I would've seen that he was wearing a clean unwrinkled shirt, something that doesn't happen often.
Maybe if I focused on him, I would've taken in the blush that decorated his face as he confessed his feelings.
Maybe if I wasn't thinking only for myself, I would've considered the idea of accepting him.
Maybe if I wasn't so selfish, I would've reconsidered pushing him away and calling him a faggot.
Maybe if I looked around, I might've seen the old ladies who were taking their morning walk.
Maybe if I wasn't too busy with the band, I might've thought of the possibility that the old ladies could've told the parents who told their kids who told their friends and got around the whole neighborhood.
Maybe if I took out my ear buds and paid attention to what was going on in school, I could've seen others push him around everywhere he went.
Maybe if I actually cared about the things around me, I should've seen that it spread until he was beaten everywhere he went.
Maybe if I opened my eyes, I would've seen him in the alley that day cornered by a gang.
Maybe if I looked closely, I might've seen the bright glint of the knife in one's hand.
Maybe if I turned my music down just by a little, I could've heard him scream.
Maybe if I turned around, I could've seen that he was staring at me until the light died in his eyes.
Maybe if I was more interested, I might've seen his face and the funeral announcement on the papers.
Maybe if I had any value of friendship, I might've noticed the way my friends looked at me from then on.
But I didn't.