A/N: So, I don't know where I got this inspiration. It randomly just came to me, but some of the best stories ever start that way, right? I sure hope so. I'm sorry if this is a bit choppy since I am still new to the world of writing. I hope you like it and don't be afraid to comment and review. I am always open for constructive criticism as long as it is not too harsh. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Chapter 1
He leaned in towards her. His lips were mere centimeters away from her face. The smell of his potent cologne burned in her nostrils. Slowly, his face made its way even closer to her. Closer. And closer. She witnessed his lips casually puckering up. She could feel his deep breathes on her neck. Suddenly, her arms instinctively pushed his shoulders backwards. Because of her outburst of force, his entire body jerked away from the young woman. He looked completely shocked and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Davis, but I just can't," the brunette said after pushing him away.
"What's wrong, Kari? Are you okay?" he asked, confused and hurt.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just I don't think we are meant to be together," Kari answered calmly as a piece of auburn hair fell out of her perfect bun and fell over her eyes.
Davis carefully reached across the table to remove the strand of hair from her face. Before his hand touched her flawless skin, Kari closed her eyes, taking in the moment. As he lovingly brushed her bangs from her forehead, she frowned. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. His touch didn't cause her heart to flutter. The way he moved didn't make her mesmerized. He didn't have an impact in her life. And when he lightly touched her skin, Kari was slightly disgusted. He definitely wasn't the one.
"Davis, I," she paused, "I think it would be best for both of us if we broke up."
There was a flash of hurt in his brown eyes. "But, but. Kari, why? What did I do wrong?" he asked, panicked.
"Nothing," Kari replied, trying to sound comforting, "It's not you-"
"'It's me,'" Davis said, cutting her off, "I've heard that thousand of times before. And let me guess. You want to stay 'just friends'. I know I did something wrong. I'm not stupid. What did I do? Did I say something wrong? Does my breathe smell bad?"
"No, no. It's nothing like that. I-I just don't feel anything."
"You don't feel anything?" Davis yelled as his face turned red. "I'll make you feel something!"
As he finished his sentence, Davis quickly leaned across the table and forcefully pressed his lips against hers. Disgusted, Kari jumped out of her seat, breaking the physical contact between them. Other customers at the restaurant seemed to have taken interest in their conversation.
"Davis! I said that we were over!" Kari shouted at him.
"I'm sorry, Kari. Please forgive me. Give me another chance," the impulsive boy begged.
"No. Never. Especially after that," Kari announced as she grabbed her bag and darted straight for the exit, leaving Davis staring at his untouched plate of food as angry tears began to form in his eyes.
XxXxXxXxXx
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Yolei," Kari sighed into the speaker of her iPhone.
"There's nothing wrong with you. He was the real problem. I was surprised you actually agreed to go out with him in the first place," Yolei said, attempting to comfort her best friend.
"I don't know, I guess I just got," she bit her lip, "I got desperate."
"You desperate? Are you kidding me, Kari? Trust me, there are billions of boys lining up for you, girl."
"None of them are the right one though," Kari whispered.
"Kari, stop freaking out. Guys aren't the most important thing in life," Yolei reasoned.
"You're right, but even since I was younger, I've always wanted to get married and become a mom, you know? And now seeing how all of my friends are moving on with their lives, I feel left behind," she admitted to Yolei, who recently had given birth to her second child.
"Don't stress over it," Yolei suggested, "Anyways, your birthday is tomorrow. Relax and have a fun day for once in your life! All you do is work!"
"Okay, I will. Thanks, Yolei, you always know what to say," Kari replied as her mood began to brighten.
"No problem. That's what friends are for, right? Oh, Kimi is crying. I have to go. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow at seven!"
"Sounds good! See you tomorrow!"
"Bye."
Kari pressed the red button on her phone's touch screen. Throwing her body onto her comfortable bed, she casually placed her phone on the nightstand. Sprawled across her bed sheets, Kari's head sunk into her pillow's fluffiness.
"Tomorrow will be a better day," she convinced herself, "And this next year will be...magical." Kari didn't know what caused her to think that. But there was a voice in her head convincing herself that the thirty-second year of her life would promisingly outshine all of the others.
