warning for canonical character death and trauma.
1. Opening
People say it just takes one bad day for a person to snap. For Maki it took a single moment.
Granted, she was eight years old. It was an important time. Development happens with a blink at eight years old.
Death happens too slowly at eight years old.
Himekawa Maki watches her Digimon die and does not understand.
Megadramon falls to pieces inside a ball of light. Megadramon doesn't cry or scream or look at her. He has stopped looking since he fell. Since the aches and pains and pulses of power.
Now he will never look at her again.
She thinks she might throw up.
The weight feels like an iron ball, like she has finally hacked up her lungs. But she doesn't. It's an exaggeration. This pain is not an exaggeration.
Why?
She wants to scream. She can only whisper. Why? Why not her? Why was she here if she couldn't do anything?
Why was she here if he was just going to die?
Maki sits down, rather, she falls down, on her bottom. Her body is empty and heavy all at once. She can't drop her head, for whatever reason, but she needs to keep looking up and up and up. Until things make sense. Until something reappears.
Nothing shows. No gently patterned egg or his smiling, goofy face. Just the four and their humans touching down.
She hears Daigo's sandals through her fingertips and makes herself look at him. Like a broken dam, the tears flow.
A/N: So Loss was a fun ride and this and others are happening because of it! Enjoy! Please read and review!
Challenges: Mini-Fic Masterclass (Drabblechap Tri), number 7, each exactly 250 words, Diversity Writing F35. write a fic that explores trust.