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Mimi Tachikawa enters her gigantic house in New York, exasperated and utterly exhausted. Her new waitressing job had taken by far a lot out of her. Slipping off her black boots, she brings her feet to the couch. Grabbing the T.V remote, she noticed a note attached to it. Staring at it for a second, she rips it off and reads.
biDearest Mimi;
I knew you'd find the remote as soon as you walked in the door! There are some leftovers from tonight's dinner still on the counter. Dad will be home around 10 and I'll be home around roughly 12 in the morning. I'm sorry honey…but when I do come home I'll have a wonderful announcement that you'd just be dying to hear! I love you Mimi.
-Mama.
bI
Mimi laughed to herself and thought a minute and whispers to herself; "Surprises? Oh suspense is icky!" Then upon deciding against watching T.V, She puts her remote down and ventures down the long hallway into her room. The whole house was done up in baby blue's, lavender's, and soft Yellows. She opened the door to the only mellow pink room in the house. Her room. Plopping on her bed, she grabbed her Care Bear pillow and hugged it close to her chest. Sighing once more, she looks to her right. There was her nightstand, and on it was a picture of each and every one of the digi-destined, old and new. It was a picture of her going away party. Everyone seemed to have forgotten she was going away to New York to just let loose and have fun for her sake. And for that she admired and thanked them greatly.
Focusing on a certain blond, she didn't take her eyes away. 'Matt…' She thought, saddening her eyes. She would never forget him… the one whom overtime, she'd gotten to admire and love. He'd grown so much from when they used to fuss and fight with each other, finding every little thing wrong with the other's personality.
She chuckled to herself noticing that in the picture, she rested her head on Matt's shoulder. He was shooting her a playful looking glance with a cocked brow. She looks to the pillow in her arms and remembers she was holding the exact same pillow in the photo. Matt had given it to her that day as a gift. He was the only one who took her seriously when she bragged about loving 'The Care Bears.' He was the only one that ever really listened to what she had to say, her thoughts, her dreams, what she liked…trivial things like the color pink. Mimi shook her head. It was indeed true that, thanks to each other, both of them were stronger and inspired.
"Matt?" She asks the picture, as if Matt himself could hear. A tear runs down her cheek. "When am I going to get to see you again?"
She wipes the tear from her cheek with her sleeve. She gets up from her bed, changes into white pajama pants, a pink short-sleeved low-cut shirt, and goes down the hallway into the kitchen, once again hoping to take her mind off of things. She opens the fridge and sees a carton of Phish Food ice cream. Taking it out instantly, she sets it on the table, noticing a piece of mail on the table. "Mimi Tachikawa… Yamato Ishida, Odaiba!" She reads, the "To and From" Parts of it. She instantly picks it up and tears it open with her nail. Then Mimi notices that her hands were trembling…but why? Shaking her head, she reads;
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Meems,
Hey sweet one! How's it hummin' in the American atmosphere? Odaiba is pretty much the same, except you aren't here…I miss you so much Mimi, you have no idea. Everybody was sulking for about a week straight after you left. I know it's been two years, but even though we've both grown, I could never forget that day. That day that the most good-willed, wonderful person I have ever met left on a plane to New York…so far away. I know it sounds stupid but, have you ever felt like somebody was still emotionally with you? That there wasn't any need to write because no matter what, your heart knows that it isn't a final goodbye? That's what I felt for you Mimi. And that's what I still do feel. Even if it's 20 years from now, you and I will still be able to talk, share secrets and special moments. Just like old times!
T.K is doing good. About a year ago, our parents were going out on a date, yes a date…{Sorry if tears get on the page…but it's a very depressing story I think you deserve to know…} because T.K asked mother if she still loved my dad…she said she didn't know. Then when dad dropped me off for the weekend, and they saw T.K run into my arms, we couldn't get them to look away from each others eyes. It was like when I was 6 years old again before my dad started smoking and drinking. They canceled their plans to just go out and talk with each other. The next day, they never came home… we got a call saying they'd both been in a car accident and didn't make it…I got custody of T.K alone when I turned 18. He was crushed. His grades slipped and he felt like I was the only person he had in the world… We redid dad's apartment, since it was bigger, and now we live together. Just us. But, he realized that there were many people here for him, and even his parents. That they've come to realize that they'd made a grave mistake, not in marrying each other, but by divorcing, even if they're not with us physically. His grades have been getting better since Kari's been tutoring. Cute right?
I'm sorry this all had to be in a letter, but to tell you the truth, none of us have your number and I've been ranting at night before I go to bed, out loud, as if you could hear me.. It's embarrassing but it's true…
Mimi I want you to know that no matter how far I am, I'm always here for you. Through good times and bad! ::Whispers:: Nine-sixty-eight-eight-zero-seventy-niiiine if you want to caaall! Yup, that about sums it up for me. I hope you are still blessed with the talent, beauty, and wonderful personality that you always were.
Love Always,
Yama.
PS: T.K is getting so big, I'm going to cry! He's fifteen! Fif-friggin-teen!
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Mimi looks at the letter for a little bit, taken aback by his use of words. She lets a few tears fall again in quiet sobs. Poor Matt… It was truly one of the most touching letter's she'd ever received. Her and Matt had never been more than best friends and she longed for it so much…She just wanted to hold him and let him fall in her arms and cry. She was proud of how strong he was. For T.K.
Sighing, she puts the letter back into the envelope. She touches her fingers to her lips then puts them on the envelope. "Thank you Yamato…for being all that you are and inspiring me to be all that I am…" She says sadly. Reluctantly she sits in her chair, spooning the ice cream out of the carton and eating it just like that. She lets a smile through, remembering his last few sentences. Chuckling she brings the spoon to her mouth and eats her Phish Food.
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Mimi Tachikawa enters her gigantic house in New York, exasperated and utterly exhausted. Her new waitressing job had taken by far a lot out of her. Slipping off her black boots, she brings her feet to the couch. Grabbing the T.V remote, she noticed a note attached to it. Staring at it for a second, she rips it off and reads.
biDearest Mimi;
I knew you'd find the remote as soon as you walked in the door! There are some leftovers from tonight's dinner still on the counter. Dad will be home around 10 and I'll be home around roughly 12 in the morning. I'm sorry honey…but when I do come home I'll have a wonderful announcement that you'd just be dying to hear! I love you Mimi.
-Mama.
bI
Mimi laughed to herself and thought a minute and whispers to herself; "Surprises? Oh suspense is icky!" Then upon deciding against watching T.V, She puts her remote down and ventures down the long hallway into her room. The whole house was done up in baby blue's, lavender's, and soft Yellows. She opened the door to the only mellow pink room in the house. Her room. Plopping on her bed, she grabbed her Care Bear pillow and hugged it close to her chest. Sighing once more, she looks to her right. There was her nightstand, and on it was a picture of each and every one of the digi-destined, old and new. It was a picture of her going away party. Everyone seemed to have forgotten she was going away to New York to just let loose and have fun for her sake. And for that she admired and thanked them greatly.
Focusing on a certain blond, she didn't take her eyes away. 'Matt…' She thought, saddening her eyes. She would never forget him… the one whom overtime, she'd gotten to admire and love. He'd grown so much from when they used to fuss and fight with each other, finding every little thing wrong with the other's personality.
She chuckled to herself noticing that in the picture, she rested her head on Matt's shoulder. He was shooting her a playful looking glance with a cocked brow. She looks to the pillow in her arms and remembers she was holding the exact same pillow in the photo. Matt had given it to her that day as a gift. He was the only one who took her seriously when she bragged about loving 'The Care Bears.' He was the only one that ever really listened to what she had to say, her thoughts, her dreams, what she liked…trivial things like the color pink. Mimi shook her head. It was indeed true that, thanks to each other, both of them were stronger and inspired.
"Matt?" She asks the picture, as if Matt himself could hear. A tear runs down her cheek. "When am I going to get to see you again?"
She wipes the tear from her cheek with her sleeve. She gets up from her bed, changes into white pajama pants, a pink short-sleeved low-cut shirt, and goes down the hallway into the kitchen, once again hoping to take her mind off of things. She opens the fridge and sees a carton of Phish Food ice cream. Taking it out instantly, she sets it on the table, noticing a piece of mail on the table. "Mimi Tachikawa… Yamato Ishida, Odaiba!" She reads, the "To and From" Parts of it. She instantly picks it up and tears it open with her nail. Then Mimi notices that her hands were trembling…but why? Shaking her head, she reads;
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Meems,
Hey sweet one! How's it hummin' in the American atmosphere? Odaiba is pretty much the same, except you aren't here…I miss you so much Mimi, you have no idea. Everybody was sulking for about a week straight after you left. I know it's been two years, but even though we've both grown, I could never forget that day. That day that the most good-willed, wonderful person I have ever met left on a plane to New York…so far away. I know it sounds stupid but, have you ever felt like somebody was still emotionally with you? That there wasn't any need to write because no matter what, your heart knows that it isn't a final goodbye? That's what I felt for you Mimi. And that's what I still do feel. Even if it's 20 years from now, you and I will still be able to talk, share secrets and special moments. Just like old times!
T.K is doing good. About a year ago, our parents were going out on a date, yes a date…{Sorry if tears get on the page…but it's a very depressing story I think you deserve to know…} because T.K asked mother if she still loved my dad…she said she didn't know. Then when dad dropped me off for the weekend, and they saw T.K run into my arms, we couldn't get them to look away from each others eyes. It was like when I was 6 years old again before my dad started smoking and drinking. They canceled their plans to just go out and talk with each other. The next day, they never came home… we got a call saying they'd both been in a car accident and didn't make it…I got custody of T.K alone when I turned 18. He was crushed. His grades slipped and he felt like I was the only person he had in the world… We redid dad's apartment, since it was bigger, and now we live together. Just us. But, he realized that there were many people here for him, and even his parents. That they've come to realize that they'd made a grave mistake, not in marrying each other, but by divorcing, even if they're not with us physically. His grades have been getting better since Kari's been tutoring. Cute right?
I'm sorry this all had to be in a letter, but to tell you the truth, none of us have your number and I've been ranting at night before I go to bed, out loud, as if you could hear me.. It's embarrassing but it's true…
Mimi I want you to know that no matter how far I am, I'm always here for you. Through good times and bad! ::Whispers:: Nine-sixty-eight-eight-zero-seventy-niiiine if you want to caaall! Yup, that about sums it up for me. I hope you are still blessed with the talent, beauty, and wonderful personality that you always were.
Love Always,
Yama.
PS: T.K is getting so big, I'm going to cry! He's fifteen! Fif-friggin-teen!
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Mimi looks at the letter for a little bit, taken aback by his use of words. She lets a few tears fall again in quiet sobs. Poor Matt… It was truly one of the most touching letter's she'd ever received. Her and Matt had never been more than best friends and she longed for it so much…She just wanted to hold him and let him fall in her arms and cry. She was proud of how strong he was. For T.K.
Sighing, she puts the letter back into the envelope. She touches her fingers to her lips then puts them on the envelope. "Thank you Yamato…for being all that you are and inspiring me to be all that I am…" She says sadly. Reluctantly she sits in her chair, spooning the ice cream out of the carton and eating it just like that. She lets a smile through, remembering his last few sentences. Chuckling she brings the spoon to her mouth and eats her Phish Food.
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