A/N

I don't own Digimon, but I wish I did so...company who owns Digimon,you can give to me when you don't wanna it anymore :D

My very first fic and first time I write in English something! I hope it's possible to understand it!

Obs: There's a tiny (or not) mention of a music in the story,can you guess which one? (Veeery Easy)

Kissus!

Prologue

"Why?"

"Why what?" was the answer.

Not that I was expecting him to answer me clearly. He never does. But at least something. One word, that's all I ask for.

"I am leaving" I said and started picking my stuff inside the drawer. I threw everything inside my small bag,I didn't care if it was going to fit or not. It didn't matter, Sora will pick the rest later.

"Wait….What did you said?" He grabbed my wrist in a try to make me stop. Stupid.

I moved elbow and hit him. Hard. I didn't expect it to be so strong. I think it showed how much anger I was feeling. It consumed me and even though my mind was calm as ever, my body shook with anger.

"I said I'm leaving Taichi. I can't be with you anymore."

I open our (or it is only his?) and put some clothes inside the (full) bag. I could feel his stare on me, trying to form words that couldn't get out of his mouth.

I understand. I really do. After all, my mind was in blank as well.

The red signal is coming close. A few moments and all will be over.

I don't want to. But I have to.

"Wait!" He grabbed my wrist again. I can't let go. It's stronger. A lot more. I can't move even my head. If I dare to turn it to him, I will lose the rest of my senses.

Jump into his arms, forgive him for everything, say that we can fix this and that all will be different again. Again.

"Let me go Taichi." I waited while an awkward silence filled the gap, its pressure throwing our hearts to the floor. Or it was just impression?

He tightened. I sighed.

"I told you already…It's over" My voice is higher than the usual. I wonder why.

Maybe it's because of the warm I'm feeling passing my checks. Maybe it's because I'm angry. Maybe it's both.

"I can't let you go. I'm sorry, Meems" My nickname sounds perfect in his mouth. So right. But I know it isn't. It shouldn't be, not anymore. "I'm so sorry. Just please, come back to me" His voice tells me he's telling the truth, that he is hurt. I know that. I heard it a hundred times already. Or it was one thousand times?

I look up. It's here.

"I'm sorry too Taichi. It's the best for both of us" I bit my tongue. The metallic taste filled my mouth. I can't cry. Not here, not now.

When his grasp became weaker, I finally could let go and hurried to the elevator door. When the doors closed I shut my eyes, feeling the tears roll over my face. The stupid elevator music can't be worst: a stupid love song about break ups that I forgot the name.

All I can I think is that's over. My beautiful fairy tale is over, but I kind of understand. This stupid music is making me. Oh well, so let me try my best to not cry, after all I'm a big girl and not all the fairy tales have happy ending…do they?