I don't own any Digimon characters.
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It was a warm morning. The misty air filled the houses with a pleasant spring smell. A symphony of birds gathered around the windowsill of a particular man. They called to him, invoking his body to wake up, to no avail. It would take the cacophony of a thousand cannons for him to awaken.
So he slept. It was better this way. His wife had left him a day before. Why, he didn't know. He had simply woke up, and found her and her belongings gone. A simple note was left on the table. I've left. Perhaps she had grown tired of him. Maybe she was unhappy with him. He didn't know. She could have at least told him, at least, why she left. An added bonus would have been where she went. She had seemed to be so happy. Then again, she was always the optimist.
Enigmas. They annoyed him so. Like, "What would happen if you went back in time and murdered your father?" Or, "If everyone is unique in their own way, then isn't everyone the same?" To a rather sophisticated person, it might cause a long debate. To him, all they caused were headaches.
Day turned to night, and night turned to day. He still wouldn't get out of his bed. It wasn't that he was sleeping, just that his mind was idle. Messages were waiting for him on his answering machine. He didn't care. As far as the man was concerned, he was as good as dead.
Death. It was drastic, he knew it. That might solve something, or at least get rid of his depression. It wasn't like he had anything else to live for. She was his world. His whole world. Even as little kids they spent all their time together. On rainy days, they would just sit and talk. Now, what was left?
The curtains were drawn. The glimmering moonlight shown through the glass and reflected off a jagged metallic object. There was no sound. No groan. No scream. No cry. Just utter silence. Blood. The dead body of a man whom everyone knew as Taichi Kamiya. A gust of wind blew on the curtains. The wind turned over the note to reveal the second part of the note.
Tai,
I had to leave at the last moment. There was a big emergency at one of our branch offices. Be back soon. I love you.
Sora.
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Well I basically wrote this story to prove a point. Don't do anything drastic until you are completely sure of the facts. A lot of people break up because of misunderstandings.