So I never write about this girl...I guess maybe with the new season coming out something inspired me? Well, this turned out differently then I expected but...enjoy...
Sora stared up at the fly buzzing around the ceiling, squinting her eyes slightly as the late afternoon sun filtered in through the half-closed shades. She touched the worn seam of the couch that she lay on, feeling along the same spot over and over until her fingers almost felt numb from the rough texture. The strong fragrance of flowers floated from the other room, where Mrs. Takenuchi was arranging her latest bouquet. Sora closed her eyes and listened to the soft, relaxing music her mother was playing on the radio, which nearly filtered out the faint sounds of cars zooming past far below the apartment.
But all these things were petty distractions when it came to getting Sora's mind off...
Well, there she went again. She could hardly sit alone for one minute without thinking of large monsters; sometimes she half-expected one to just come rampaging down the street. Her mother seemed to notice Sora's jumpier state recently, and although she didn't say anything about it, she offered to teach her daughter the art of Ikebana.
Sora reluctantly agreed after a long period of making excuses. It wasn't as boring as she'd thought, after all; looking at all the different plants and flowers and the way they blended so nicely with each other to make a beautiful display. Somehow it calmed her a little.
But it wasn't quite enough. She still had nightmares, and she still missed her best friend Piyomon. When she talked to the others, she could tell most of them shared similar predicaments. Yamato in particular had confided in her that he had awful nightmares about things happening to his younger brother, and that he kept thinking he'd turn around and find Gabumon right there to comfort him.
Jyou told them that if they gave it enough time, it would all disappear, like some sort of dream. Sora figured he just didn't want everyone else to worry. She knew she-and the others-could never forget what happened to them, and that while the terrors of what occurred might eventually fade, the memories would always be there.
"Sora!"
She gave a start when she heard her name.
"Sora, come and help me with dinner, please."
Sora sat up, nodded to herself, and left the room.