Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.

Nobody's Pov

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The world seemed dark, and not to mention cold. Sora sat in her car, thinking. What was she to do now? Matt had broken up with her just a few minutes ago, for some waitress in a nearby café. Tai was in India with Joe on some 'medical stuff', as they had put it minutes before they had left. Mimi, Izzy, and T.K. were at the mall, and Kari was at home, possibly doing nothing but reading a book in peace. What was she doing?

Sitting in her car, thinking about how she seemed to be missing out. What was she missing out on? Love, friends to hang out with, and something new to try to get her mind off her thoughts. That was what she needed; more than food, clothes, and even shelter.

But how do her friends put this situation? Just stress, "After your breakup with Matt. This is just plain natural" is how they put this.

Sora let out a scream that could have possibly been heard from here to Australia, and then she started to sob. The thoughts cut her deeply, and she didn't care that anybody would stop and stare to look at a sobbing 21 year-old in a worn out Honda. She had almost nothing, and she wanted the warmth she had when she was eleven, and that she had her friends for comfort. The world seemed just a bit brighter, when Sora remembered

The past, when they had great adventures as the digidestined, when they pulled through the many challenges they faced. Her thoughts shrinked to the size of cocoa puffs when

A man who looked strangely familiar walked into the CD shop she was parked in front of.

It was Tai, and Joe, who must've returned without her knowing. But she was okay now,

Because she realized she had more than she could ask for. She actually did have all that,

friends, love, and so much more. She finally grinned for the first time that week, and

took a bite of her chocolate bar, which she had bought to sweeten at least a little bit of her day. Sora stepped out of the car, and ran to catch up.