Ok... I have no idea why I wrote this. I just started writing and this is what came out. Tryen to get the creative juices flowen again... I hope you like it though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters this story is based on. (Cough)
Ch 1: The Lover
I miss you, I won't lie. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of how you used to hold me. How you used to wrap me in your arms as we slept. How you used to tease me about my hair, and how you used to love me for it. Now, this bed that we once shared is cold, and empty without you. Just like me.
"Tell me love... was I ever real?"
Your shadow sits idly on the window sill. One foot dangling off the side kicking back and forth as a child's would, the other tucked back under your thigh. You stare thoughtfully out the window into the star filled night, a neat little crease in your brow, diligently pondering your own question.
"God I hope so." It's the only answer I have. I think you were real once. I have memories of a real life with you. But memories aren't real. Not really real. They're just pretend. They're just made up. Based on a true story, but in truth, so far from its base, that it no longer caries anything it once had.
"I feel like I was real..."
You look to me, smiling that smile. That smile reserved for me, and me alone. But it's not that smile anymore, diluted by the memory of other smiles. It's someone else's smile, not yours. I've forgotten your smile.
"I don't feel real." Nothing left of me but a hollowed out shell. Nothing is left. Not even the despair that once blackened my thoughts, and infected my soul. No lingering emotion, no deep seeded anguish, just a void, and a strangled feeling of cold reality. And even that is slipping away.
"Close that window love. You'll catch a cold if you don't"
You scold me, but it isn't you. It isn't your voice you use. That is lost to me, just like your smile. Just out of reach in my mind. It sounded like your voice, but nothing like it. Your voice was sweet and strong and caring. This voice had nothing of that.
"So what, I don't care." I roll over, turning my back to you. But it's not you. You're gone. You are dead, and gone. Almost I can feel you crawl in with me. Almost I can feel your warmth. Almost I can feel your hand brush across me cheek. Almost I can feel your breath on my ear as you whisper.
"I love you..."
But it's not your warmth, not your hand, and not your lips. You are gone from me, never to return. And took with you everything I love and everything that makes me happy in this world; I miss you, I long for you, I die with out you.
"Do you really?" I'm not sure if you ever did, anymore. I'm sure it was there before but no longer. I can't feel it anymore. Lost again to my frail human mind. I've forgotten your love.
I pull the blankets closer around me. My toes are numb from the cold air blowing in from the open window. I could close it, but why bother. It's not like it matters. This body doesn't matter anymore. I don't really care if it's uncomfortable.
Still your question plagues me. Were you ever real? Are my memories enough to make you real, even if they don't do you justice? Every story holds some resemblance of truth, no matter how diluted. You were real once. Real to me, and I really loved you.
"I love you..." I feel your embrace warming me, as I slip into my world were you are real, and I am real, and our love is real.
Heh heh... any good? I'd sure like to know. And yes I realize that it doesn't name any names or anything like that but I was thinking digimon when I wrote it so there. Sorry if it's confusing. I'm really not completely sure what I was trying to say either. I guess it just follows along the lines of sometimes, the memories we hold dear just aren't enough, and sometimes we can't quite remember our loved ones long passed as well as we'd like. I hope you enjoyed this. Please R&R. Thanks. C'ya.