Written for the Digimon OTP week. Digimon is not mine, nor is the title.
This story has nothing to do with Fifth Harmony's song, but it was my inspiration for the title.
Special thanks to Koukacs for being my beta! And please keep in mind that english is not my first language, nor hers haha.
Marigold
Pain and grief
Ken, I'm going to ask this once more –where are you?! And yes, I know. I know where you live! But it's been… I don't know! Days, weeks, I don't even know, but I just can't! Ken, you told me we would send each other letters every week. We would be like those old styled couples, those couples from the books I read. We would start keeping the letters in shoe boxes, or in nice boxes –whatever. And, one day, when we grew old, we would have tons of boxes with letters. All in order. Back and forth, during years. Our kids would even be able to make a diary of our lives reading our letters.
Were we too idealistic? Were you too idealistic? Or was I, thinking you would make time for me?
I'm sorry. That was a low blow, I know. I'm sorry.
And I'm also sorry for not erasing it. But I can't, because I'm cheating. And I'm sorry for that as well. I know we said only letters and phone calls, except emergencies. But, Ken… your letters have stopped arriving. Is this not an emergency, when I feel I'm writing to a wall, when I feel like I'm playing alone?
I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have… but Ken. I just need to hear from you.
Miyako