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Linear Relationships

. She had pale hands, with long bony fingers, and bitten off nails. I could feel the delicate outline of veins (Jyou would have said arteries.) beneath the paper thin skin. There were little white marks on her nails, Jyou would have said she lacked calcium, but who am I to listen to Jyou's every word? She had pretty hands, and that's what I care about.

She didn't knew me. Or maybe she did. I sure didn't knew her. Maybe it,s a good thing, I don't know. Maybe she didn't wanted to be known, that's why she kept so much secrets, that she didn't open herself to anyone, or anything. I wish she did. I wish she had known I had been there.

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The sight of her made my body twitch. Her pretty hands, her long pink hair, printed on dull paper, tiny little dots, each on its own meant nothing. Together, I thought, they meant love, but what most people call love is not that far from dying, really. My eyes stung, I feared it would all begin again. The pain, unbearable pain, ripping you apart at the seams, leaving you bruised, and aching, drunk.

She drew spirals on her feet, bright purple against the white of her skin. Those were good luck, she'd say, and she'd hold my hand. You use my good pens, I said. She laughed. I only wanted my pen back, but I found myself drawing spirals on my feet too. Good luck spirals.

She's dead now, everyone says, that's such a shame, she was a nice girl. It don't believe it, I don't want to believe it, She's there, somewhere, one day I'll find her back, she laugh, she'll be happy to see me, she'll smile, and I'll kiss her, and tell her tngs I had been meaning to tell her all along. Post-traumatic shock, Jyou says. He still doesn't realize.

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Sora's voice echoes in the church, I didn't know her that well, she was mostly a friend of Mimi's. She sings good, she has a nice, clear voice, but Mimi sang.. sings better. I'm biased, though, I loved her, I love her, I loved the way her hair fell down her back, I loved the way she smiled when she saw me, I loved the way she could talk about the pettiest things and make them sound serious. I loved her, that,s all. I love her..

There's nothing left to say, and yet, so more things await..

One day, I'll see her again. I'll hear her laugh again, I'll see her wave at me, and I'll know the day has come..

. This wasn't that bad... Long to write, though. I wrote the first paragraph in english, then I rewrote it in french, and translated it, and I did that for almost all the text... ^^;;, although I didn't quite know why. Maybe it was just a nice thing to do, it kept me busy while my connection was being its crappy, deconnecting self. I just downloaded songs from Napster (Fly High is really cool, although Miyako does sound a little, uh, hyper,) and I wrote, and it was nice. I'm rambling now... .

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but I wonder what would happen if someone says s/he does.