This is for anyone who 1) Adores Matt or 2) Feels very lonely or 3) 1 & 2. I do not own Digimon. These are S2 characters.
I looked around my room to see if I had something to do. It was 2:00 in the morning and I was wide awake. My moonlit room glowed with silver on anything that hit the light. I saw my bass guitar standing in the corner, waiting to be picked up. I decided against it. Then, I saw something gleaming on my desk. I walked over to it and picked it up. It was my harmonica. I haven't played this baby in ages. I thought to myself. As I did, the door opened. TK was standing in the hallway looking at me with very sleepy eyes.
"Matt, what are you doing up this late?" He asked.
"Can I ask you the same thing?" I muttered. TK walked in my room and sat on my bed.
"I was restless." He replied.
"Guess that's the same with me." I told him. TK merely nodded. Then he saw my harmonica.
"Wha'cha got there?" I sighed.
"Just my…" I looked at it before answering. "Harmonica."
"Are you gonna play it?"
"Do you wanna hear me play it?"
"Yep." I placed it on my lips and blew through it. The sound filled my ears. It was a pleasure playing it after so long. The last time I played it was with Gabumon. The thought struck me like dynamite. Gabumon, he would want to hear me now. I stopped playing.
"Matt, you okay?"
"No. I miss Gabumon." I replied. TK sighed.
"I don't blame you. I remember how much of a friend he was to you… I'd better get going. See ya." He said. I gave him a small grunt. TK had grown so much. He reminded me of myself. I walked to the window and looked out. It was very clear out. I grabbed my jacket and opened the window and climbed out. I stepped on the roof then sat down. I looked at all the city lights and the cars passing through. I laid back and looked at the stars. There were so many of them. I started talking to myself.
"At least the stars don't shine alone. They have a million other stars to shine with." I sat up. "The problem is, while other kids shine, I lose my light. I'm the outcast. Singing doesn't help. It seems to make it worse. While all of those screaming girls crowd around me asking for autographs, it makes me realize exactly what I am. They aren't looking for my true self, they want the boy called Matt Ishida. They want what they think you really are. They're all wrong. If anyone knew about my true self, I would just be another boy in this world. Although, I'm still wrong. Gabumon knew my true self, and that's all that mattered to him. He was with me through thick and thin, no matter how much I pushed him away. His advise really helped, and I couldn't thank him for that." I looked at my harmonica and started to play. The music spoke to me in phrases.
You hope for friends…
But you have the light…
To show your courage…
And your love will come…
Sincerity was forever in your heart…
Though the knowledge of it is unknown…
The reliability in yourself is low…
Yet friendship, you do bestow…
Your friends will be with you always…
Just don't forget that…
I stopped playing and thought the phrases over in my head. The crests, I did have friends, many friends, but I was blind of my friends until now. I climbed back in my room and closed the window. I plopped myself on the bed and looked at the ceiling. I took out my harmonica once more, and played myself to sleep thinking… I was wrong.