Digimon Adventure does not belong to me.
Eleven Roses
"Yamato!" Sora almost jumped in surprise, but jumping would have hurt her back. While she was healthy for her age and still took long walks every night, even Takenouchi Sora seemed a little tired these days. She smiled, and the wrinkles around her eyes became more pronounced. She had smiled so many times throughout the years. "What is this?"
Yamato climbed the stairs to his wife. Tall, thin, his hair completely white, with the same wise blue eyes. A cane in his right hand and a bouquet of roses in his left hand. Yes, Yamato had aged well.
"Happy Christmas Eve, my love," he said in his familiar baritone. He presented the flowers and kissed her forehead.
"Ah, Yamato…" Sora smelled the red roses. "They're beautiful."
"Twelve roses for the most beautiful woman in the world."
The woman laughed. "There are eleven roses."
"There… What?"
"There are eleven roses. Look."
"I bought twelve!" Yamato frowned and counted the flowers in her hands. "Eleven…" Yamato hit his forehead. "I'm an idiot."
"Don't worry about it, dear."
"I should have counted them in the store. I'm not so old that I can't count anymore! There should be twelve, as is customary, and as December is the twelfth month in the year."
"Don't be dramatic. They're beautiful and I love them. We made friends when we were eleven years old, and I plan to live with you until we are one hundred and eleven.
Yamato sat by her side and took her hand. "Sora, I will not live as long as you."
"Shh." Sora squeezed his hand. "Love makes life longer."