Set before the start of Digimon Adventure 02. About two years after the end of Digimon Adventure.
Written from Yagami Taichi and third person's point of view, there might be other characters' POVs within the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
I was in the spotlight.
I was in the spotlight, struggling to stand up, struggling to keep going. Every time I tried, new daggers were thrown at my bleeding body, new daggers into my chest, and I did not cry out.
I fell down again, trying to keep going, trying to move on.
People were watching me from the audience seats, yet none of them making a move to help me. Because I would not let them, because I blocked their vision, because they could not see me.
The show got boring, and everyone left, apart from a small fragile figure with dry eyes, just like mine. She tried to get to me with all her might, but I would not let her. I made myself invisible, she could not see me. Hikari.
I tried to turn off the spotlight, so no one would have their attention on me, not even her. Only because she would be worried about me, because she is my sister, she is family.
I wish I was alone, I wish nobody came near me. I do not want their pity, I do not want them to comfort me, I do not want to know what is next.
My broken body collapsed, barely breathing, and the spotlight faded.
Everything went black.
