Disclaimer: Digimon isn't mine. Please don't sue.
A/N: Matt's POV, set just after season 1.
The end of summer.
Sounds rather sad, doesn't it? The End of Summer.
I suppose it must be because of the word 'end'.
End. Cease. Halt. Cancel. Stop. End.
No one ever wants good things to end.
Summer, then, must stand for all those good things.
Sometimes it's not too bad. Friends gradually drift apart, not knowing why, and in later years look back upon that wonderful friendship and wonder 'why?'. It isn't conscious- it just happens. It doesn't hurt.
Most of the time, however, it does hurt. A move, an argument-
A death.
And it ends, unable to come back again unchanged.
Why am I writing this, you ask? Why do I sound so depressed? Well, maybe it's because I feel like half my soul has been ripped out. Good enough reason for you? It is for me.
You see, at the moment I'm trying to deal with the fact that I will never, ever see one of my best friends again. Mainly because of the fact that we live in two different worlds. Literally.
We've been through some pretty tough times together. We've fought off evil villians who want to destroy the world, manged to survive on our own in a wild and dangerous land, and made it through tests of friendship most would not be strong enough to take. He saved me when I was so deep in depression that I was almost drowning, and he stood by me even when he thought I was doing the wrong thing. Now that's what I call a true friend. But now he's on one side of a gate, I'm on the other, and it's locked firmly between us.
Now I remember why I try not to let anyone get close to me. Because, you see, they always leave. Just like like the seasons changing, like summer coming to a close, it's inevitable.
I will never see him again. Never. Never see his friendly blue eyes, his soft blue striped fur, or see him bravely trying to protect me.
But I won't forget. I cannot forget! Even though I will never see him again, I still have the memory of our friendship; the good times and the bad, and I will cherish every one.
And who knows? Maybe a miracle will happen, and we will suddenly be needed back in that other world. Locked gates tend to have keys, after all.
Hmm. Oddly enough, I'm feeling a bit better. Maybe I should go and talk with the others- yes, the other ones I saved the world with. After all, I didn't make only one friend this summer.
Autumn's coming, and it looks like it's going to be beautiful.