Emotional
Hospitals…suicide watch…slit wrists
Somehow these words sounded so familiar, but so far away. No matter how many times he repeated them in his head; it just would not sound right. The feeling in his stomach intensified as he collapsed into his bed. Why did he not ask for help?
He was always there for him.
When he Digimon Kaiser façade finally broke, he was there.
When the Chosen Children rejected him, Daisuke was the first one to accept him for who he was, despite the past, despite his faults.
When he willingly gave himself up to the other side, as he wanted the war to end, Daisuke chased after him.
When he was stressed out due to school and family issues, he was there.
He was always there. Not just for him, but everyone around him.
It killed him because not once did he ever have the chance to be there for him despite all the years they were friends, the months that they had been together. Daisuke was always cheerful, maybe even too cheerful. He never thought anything of it. After all, it was just his personality, right?
There were no warning signs, and Ken knew damn well what they were. They were plastered in the nurse's room at the school he went to, not that it meant anything right now.
Ken buried his face into his hands; how was he going to face this? How was he going to face anything?
Author Note: This was inspired by one of my old poems, back in the day where I thought it was cool to throw in Japanese words in my speech and writing, including fanfiction. I took the idea of the poem and I went off with it.
I'm thinking about continuing this. I will also need a beta as well.