CHRISTMAS 2007, CONTINUED : MISTLETOE


"Now that was weird."

Mimi shoved the phone back into her purse and turned to Palmon, pouting her mouth into a virtual question mark. After not getting a reply from Tai about the cancellation earlier this week, she had half-expected him to be upset with her - but this - this call sounded like him jumping out of the bathtub running naked on the streets screaming "Eureka!".

Well, he asked her to wait. Let's.

On another note, at the eve of her staying in Japan, she had second thoughts about flipping out and breaking down about the mess she had made. Maybe she needed to sit together with Tai and Sora, talk to them, and bow out of the tangle and move on.

"He loves you, Mimi."

Or maybe, just wait?

That mess of brown hair and the glint of goggles around the neck wasn't too hard to spot even in the crowd. Her heart practically leaped out of her chest. That was fast. He was already there, and even as he walked towards her, he looked strangely exhilarated, as if he had won a race.

"I will kill them," he ranted, beaming, "I'll kill all of them... ugh, it's a shame I can't actually kill them..." With it, he grinned.

"Tai? What's going on?"

He bit his lip and scratched the back of his head. Stared right into her eyes, and gave her a smile - a shy, dorky, adorable smile. It was scary and fascinating at the same time; she held her arms around her sides to suppress the tension bubbling inside her. Where was this heading?

"Taichi?"

"Umm, look this is not easy - this is not easy - I know I just received a push -more like a kick - but then you know it's gotta be me making the final leap -"

"Huh?"

"- Okay so this is gonna be fast like ripping off a band-aid - so umm, Tachikawa Mimi, you may punch me as much as you like for hanging about and not coming straight about this - but er - ever since you told me that night I kinda realised uh, well - Ifellinlovewithyoutoo - and uh, I should've practiced this in the car - and maybe - maybeyou'llhaveacupofcoffeewithme?"

Damn it, this idiot. She felt the uncontrollable tears surge up and rush down her face. As an almost knee jerk reaction, she punched him in the chest before crashing against it. Even as she sensed his tender hand on the shoulder, trying to calm her down, she sobbed harder and harder, until she had let out all she had pummelled inside, then finally gave out a small chuckle. "Throw a hint or two, next time!"

She glanced up at him. His eyes were glistening too. "I never knew I meant so much to you," he said, his voice cracking up.

"Well, now you know! Your voice's cracking."

"Shut up, it's puberty!"

"You're nineteen!"

"If you're gonna mock me, you're gonna have to stop crying."

"I'm not crying, you're crying!"

"Crybaby."

"Ass."

"So, what- what is the story? You sounded real excited over the phone..."

He shrugged it off, "Oh, never mind, it's a long one. Although Matt really felt bad about it and so he says he'll put his life on line and permit me to drive his car for an entire week. But that's all for later. First things first."

He pulled out a red string from his pocket and tied it around her wrist. "What's this?" she asked curiously.

"Just something I believe in, and something I've never given to anyone before," he told her, "I was - I was so scared I was about to lose you -"

"Tai, you wouldn't have lost me, we kinda have this habit of bumping into each other all the time," she winked, trying to keep it on the low. Her chest felt inflated to the point it could burst; she could die from the happiness. All this time, she had underestimated his feelings. She'd never do that again.

"Oh, ya think?" he chuckled.

"Sorry for interrupting you two," Palmon spoke out of nowhere, smiling like there was no tomorrow, "but I gotta ask, are you gonna kiss on your own, or do I need to evolve and ram your heads together?"

Never mind the circumstances, Mimi's neck grew so hot it probably burnt through the furry collar of the overcoat, while she sprang apart from him like a Mexican jumping bean. "It's too public," she chastised the smug digimon, bypassing maroon. From the corner of her eye, she could spot red specks of embarrassed on Tai's face too.

"Hmmm... on second thoughts," he rubbed his chin and play-acted to rack his brains, "there's some private space near that stack of mistletoe right around the corner."

"Taichi!"

"Now, now, you can't say no to mistletoe, can you?"

Before she could reply, Palmon gave them a slight push. "No worries. I'll keep guard."


CHRISTMAS 2012: STRINGS ATTACHED


"Oh good God, you gotta stop stepping on me. Your pencil heels hurt."

"Hey,you asked me to close my eyes."

She could feel him tenderly hold her hand as she trotted blindly ahead. She had no idea where this was headed; the place smelled unfamiliar - of fresh oak and varnish - and Tai's deodorant, but she guessed that one was because of the proximity. The next moment, he let go of her fingers, and piped, "Thirty more seconds."

"This has to be the most romantic way anyone has ever kidnapped anyone before," she laughed, followed with a knock on wood and a clunk of metal.

"Dammit, can't find the keys... ah, there it is."

Yes, then came a jingle of keys and squeak of the door, and if she heard it right - a flick of a switch. With a pleasant feeling in the gut, she put a step ahead. Tai loudly cleared his throat and announced, "Okay. Open your eyes."

It was a dusty new apartment. Wooden furnishings, a seven-storied view from the front porch, a king-sized bed and a mattress to the right still packed in plastic and a last-ditch effort of sprinkling flower petals over it. She turned around, almost knocking herself over a slightly unpacked carton. "Did you win a lottery?"

He pretended to straighten an imaginary tie, "Well, let's just say I'm officially the peacekeeper between two worlds."

"Are you freaking kidding me!" her first reaction was to jump on him right away, arms around his neck. Never mind the cartons nailed to the floor. He stumbled backwards but managed to steady himself against the wall, grinning; after four years of experience, he must've become more than used to these kinds of outbursts. She kissed him on the lips even as he plucked the hair behind her ear and let it fall over her face. He whispered, "Are you happy?"

"Happy? Could I be any happier?! This is what you always wanted!" she bopped his nose, teasing him, "You're gonna get sooo famous! Ah, finally I get to be the gold-digger I always wanted to be."

"Shut up," he mock-glared at her, "I'm the one supposed to pay back for all the freeloading I did from your boutiques."

"You mean your dinosaur tie collection? Nobody would've bought them anyway."

For the lack of a good comeback, Tai pulled her chin up for another kiss; of all these years of closeness and distance, of the nights they have spent sitting back against back and of the ones Skypeing over two different continents, the kisses had ever felt the same. His messy hair had ever felt so warm against her ice cold fingertips; he had always tasted like peppermint against her strawberry.

"Okay, we gotta make this place chic," she began, "the bed's in a totally weird direction, that chair's blocking the sunlight - and you, you need a better suit collection, and a haircut."

He sighed in exasperation, "Good god, not again."

"Puh-lease, you never get a haircut."

"Do you realise I'd have looked like some kind of Rapunzel if I never got a haircut?"

"Okay. Eww. Way to assault my imagination."

"Oh c'mon," he nudged her, "My hair's okay."

"Tai, they'll throw you out of the office if you still carry your rockstar nest."

"You love it, though."

"I don't!"

He just smiled smugly. He knew he was right. As much as the hair attacked her fashion sensibilities, it just wouldn't be Tai without it. It had some advantages; it made him easy to spot in a crowd, to prepare a big fat scolding beforehand in times when he ran late, and um, it felt nice to run her fingers through it during all thesexytimes. Amidst the gloom of jobs and responsibilities and rushing about, his warm brown eyes, his childish smile and his wild mess of hair had come in like a bright ray of sunshine. He felt like home; he was the one place she could return to.

"Hey, how about I get a French beard?" he broke into her trance, as she realised they now lay on the slippery still-packaged mattress, her arms still around his neck, his fingers caressing her exposed belly and leaving a tingling sensation behind, his eyes on hers, bright.

"Mmmhh... no. I like my commoners clean-shaven."

"Too bad, princess. I make my own rules."

"Last new year, everyone thought you're gonna do magic with that top hat."

He relented, "Huh. Okay. Point made."

"Tai, tell me something."

"What?"

For a second, she hesitated. She didn't want to bog him down. But couldn't help the thought floating past her brain every now and then. She gazed at him, "Is this going to be dangerous?"

He gave off a small chuckle and looked away, "Uh, I don't know. Occupational hazards sometimes, I guess, maybe. Who likes a table job?"

"Taichi."

"Hey, now you're being silly, Mimi. Haven't we lived with that kind of danger our entire lives?"

She wished they were past that point; she really did. It seemed everybody else was; T.K, Kari and company were college studs now, Sora was thinking of opening a business, Matt was busy with his PhD studies (she smirked to herself; who thought he'd go that far?), Izzy seemed set with his research, Joe had just begun to practice medicine. The human world appeared to be at peace with the digiworld. But, but if all was suddenly torn apart, wouldn't people like Nshijima and Tai be the first to fall on line? It was a bit scary.

"Hey," his voice was tender, "What are you thinking?"

She shrugged, and dug her face into his shirt, "... Nothing really."

His fingers traced hers and paused over the frazzled, faded-red string he had tied around the one four years ago. "Do you know the ulnar artery connects the pinkie straight to the heart?"

She glanced up, "This promise string ring, huh?"

"I actually heard a cheesy story about an old man coming out of the moon and all, and uniting soul mates, who ties a red string between them so they can meet and be together all their lives."

"I remember you told me it's about something you believe in."

She watched Tai fall in deep thought. He mumbled, "It wasn't the story that I believed in."

"Then?"

"It's us, Mi. I believed in us. You can say I bound us by fate. So as long as you are there, I'm not going anywhere."

Holding back tears had never been easy for her. She punched him in the arm, "You dummy."

"I would've told you all of it on our first date but I was afraid I might've scared you away," he grinned, "I would've followed you anywhere."

"You don't even follow me on Twitter."

"My college team still does."

"And tumblr."

"Okay, nowthat is a dumb place."

She glared at him sideways, "Excuse me? My side-boutique thing shot up because of it. You owe your dino ties to tumblr."

"Ah, well," he surrendered, "Oh and I heard Sora and Matt are together again."

"It was about time they did. Only if thattundra could speak his feelings."

Tai did a double-take, and laughed, "You still can't speak Japanese, can you?"

"What- what did I say wrong?" she asked curiously. Instead of answering, he raised and reached out for a bunch of keys and dropped it in her palms, "Turns out this year I got your name in our Secret Santa draw."

"Basically means you got off easy," she teased, when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. "Shut up and listen," he grinned, "Wanna live together?"


CHRISTMAS 2017: THE PRINCESS AND THE KNIGHT


"Okay, there's an emergency."

"Eh?"

Tai's best men, Matt and Izzy, suited for the occasion with a slightly matching dark tuxedo with a blue rose in the pockets, looked up at him with what seemed like a lovechild of terror and we-saw-it-coming. Tai sheepishly scratched the back of his head, then suddenly remembered the efforts he had put to pet his hair for this one day, so he shoved his hand into his pocket instead.

Without further ado, Izzy pulled out a metre long piece of paper from inside his coat, and announced, "Thankfully, I've been prepared for such a situation."

"What's this?"

"A list of ways you can mess up your own wedding."

"...Okay." He couldn't argue now.

"So, what is it?" Izzy's eyes travelled to the end of the list for the worst possibilities, "Diarrhoea? Panic attack?"

"No, no -"

"Did you eat all the appetisers? You knew those are for the guests," Matt chastised him.

"Guys, no -"

Izzy glanced up from the sheet. "Okay, I'm scared now. What have you done?"

"... I kind of..." Tai's voice died down to a mere mumble; this was embarrassing, "I kind of lost my set of vows."

"You did what?!"

"It's - it's a piece of paper alright," Tai tried to put up a defence, "It just flew somewhere out and it must be lying around on the floor - I don't know, help me."

"I'm carrying around your wedding ring, a hefty gold ring, and you can't even handle a piece of paper?" Matt was really... mad. It seemed he was restraining himself just because it was Tai's big day. Tai backtracked a few steps. It was better to maintain an arm's distance from the guy.

"Okay, this can be solved," said Izzy, "You remember it, right? We'll just write it again. We still have... five minutes before the ceremony begins."

"Actually..." Tai grinned nervously. He was definitely going to get punched by one of his best men, "I copied them from the internet."

"You did what?!"

"I don't remember the site either."

"Jesus Christ, Taichi," Matt had begun to lose patience, "it's your wedding vows, not your high school homework!"

"Hey, you knew what you're signing up for when you agreed to be my best man -"

"Alright, silence guys." Izzy again. "What do we do?"

"Do you want me to sneak into Mimi's room and take a look at hers -"

"NO!" His best men screaming in unison was frankly terrifying.

Agumon came in tottering, somehow fitted into a tux-like costume, and nudged his face into Tai's shin. Tai glance down to find a very odd facial expression, as if the digimon was about to throw up. "I don't feel too well," Agumon complained, "I think I accidentally ate paper or something."

Collective gasp. Wow.

"What are you people still doing here? The minister is ready. Get to the aisle!" It was Sora, storming into the scene from nowhere. It was a tiring day, and Sora was responsible for half of the arrangements, what with getting Mimi dressed up for every ceremony since the shrine wedding in the morning, to the flowers and guests and the food (knowing there was good food was all that was inspiring Tai to get through the process, but now that he had screwed up, he doubted if he was even getting any).

Izzy had almost opened his mouth to tell her, but Matt tactfully pinched him to silence. Tai heaved a sigh of relief; strands of Sora's hair were already standing up in all odd directions, telling her about this would be practically provoking her to murder.

"Okay, soldier, you're on your own," Matt patted the groom on the back, and gave him a slight push towards the ceremony hall, "You gotta do it on the spot."

Izzy empathised with him, "RIP in pieces, Taichi."


It wasn't as if Tai didn't care. It was just... well, he didn't think he could quantify their love in any manner, and certainly not in the manner of a subject that he barely passed in school.

Right then, as everyone waited for the bride, he traced and retraced in his mind the timeline of their relationship, summing up stuff to say. What was he even going to say? Why did he copy word-for-word from the internet, and why did this place have no wi-fi for emergency measures?

And then the bride appeared and shit hit the ceiling.

She looked so beautiful, so goddamn beautiful that every word slid off the registers in his mind. It was a delicate white gown, satin straps going around the neck, and the sheer veil falling off her shoulders with a kind of unearthly elegance. Her lips were cherry as she tried not to bite them out of nervousness. Her eyes were auburn, caramel, golden - he might run out of words. She was beaming. She was blazing. She was like a lone sakura tree glowing atop the mountain of paradise.

When Matt gently grabbed and squeezed his arm, he realised that he was so in awe that tears had trickled down his cheeks. He hastily turned and rubbed his face dry with his sleeve.

When his eyes met Mimi's, they winked.

The minister announced, "As we proceed to join this man and this woman in the bond of holy matrimony..."

Tai's heartbeat accelerated so fast that he could hardly hear a word. In all seriousness, what was he going to do? Was he going down in front of everyone - and most importantly, in front of Mimi - as the lousiest husband-to-be ever? Was he going to stand gaping and say "I love you and will love you forever" and ask the minister to move on? What if Mimi had prepared an essay sized set of vows? Oh god, Michael was in the guests, wasn't he? If Tai didn't speak a word, Michael would burn Mimi's ears out and never let the moment die. Oh god oh god oh god oh god -

"Now, proceeding to the vows. The bride?"

Damn, this part came fast.

Mimi borrowed the sheet of paper from the bridesmaid (the key moment when Tai reevaluated his life and. wondered whether he should've handed his own sheet to his sister as well), and unfolded it. The process brought on a fresh onslaught of tears, and she could barely make out a word as she began.

It was kind of adorable. "Make-up, Mi," he low-key warned her about her priority before she smeared it.

"Oh fuck," she let out a swear-word in front of the minister without thinking. Tai held back a laugh, trying not to look at the minister's scandalised face. This wedding was going well... yeah, that particular old man was never coming back.

"T-Tai," she started, and her voice quivered, "we started so long back but I never thought we'll end up here today. When everyone called me princess, naturally it came upon me to dream about my prince. I always wondered when I'd meet my prince. But I found something much more. I found a best friend, an inspiration, someone who'd make me laugh and someone who'd stay by my side when I cry. Someone who'd protect me and who'd I want to protect."

She stared at him with glassy affectionate eyes, her voice getting heavier by the minute, so much so that Tai choked back the lump in his own throat. "Instead of a prince, I found my knight in shining armour, Taichi. Every day with you is a thrilling ride. You told me you had bound us by fate, so I'll stay by your side through thick and thin, through sickness and health, because I love you, and till the day I die I'll never stop loving you."

She had done it. Tai just wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her, but to save the sanity of the minister, he refrained. Behind her, Sora and Kari looked like they'd melt into mush any moment, tears streaming down their faces and hands together, smiling. Suddenly, he felt bad about pulling off a run-of-the-mill set of vows for Mimi. No, it was a good thing Agumon ate it. Mimi deserved the best.

"The groom?"

Yes. Yes. He took in a deep breath. Screw the rules, he reached out and clasped her hands, locking his fingers with hers.

"Long back is an understatement, don't you think? I was an unthinking loudmouth and you were a spoiled crybaby..."

Ten-year-old Taichi Kamiya thought this sudden transportation into another world was a fun idea for an adventure. But he couldn't understand why everybody else wasn't enjoying it the same.

Summing up, Izzy was curious, Matt was emo, Sora thought her digimon partner was way too clingy, Joe was busy being the responsible daddy of the group, T.K - well, he was only one actually enjoying other than him. But this other girl, this girl was getting on his nerves.

What was her name? Mimi... something. Sora knew her.

"Suck it up, stop complaining about everything. You are lucky you even found an abandoned bus to sleep in for the night. You are lucky you didn't get eaten up by that giant dingbat." He wanted to say, but watching her face, he didn't have the heart to. However, if she whined again, he would.

"Is this yours?" she tapped him on the shoulder. It was the map of the place that he had drawn, and it must've had fallen out of his pocket.

"Yeah," he snatched it right out of her hands. "It's very important."

"What, is it like a doodle or something?"

"It's a map!"

"Oh. Sorry."

"Why are you not sleeping?"

"Those bus seats are too tough."

Again with that. "You should get some sleep. We'll be moving early morning."

"I can't do this anymore," she groaned, her hat toppling out of her reach, "I can't walk anymore. My legs hurt. The place is full of bugs, I can't sit down either. I'm gonna stare at the flowers and wait for something good to happen."

What?

"There are no flowers at night here," she observed, "I miss home. I miss mom. I miss dad. Do you not miss home?"

"Somehow, even then you spoke of the right things to say. You thought of things the ten-year-old me never bothered to think about. You thought of the feelings and emotions of people I ignored while blindly charging forward. Mi, you might not realise this, but your empathy, your sincerity became my courage..."

Everything was breaking apart. His heart was hammering inside his chest even as Greymon galloped through the highway, stalling cars and escaping blocks of concrete. He needed to head for the community hall.

He trusted Matt and Sora, but he was still scared. What if holding people hostage was just a trap? What if Demidevimon found out that Kari was the eighth child and went after her? He couldn't believe he wasn't with his sister at a moment as crucial as this. It was terrible. He wanted to take a turn and return to that warehouse where he had left Kari.

All of a sudden, Greymon leaped off the bridge, and Mimi grabbed Tai around the waist and dug her forehead into his back. Mimi. He had completely forgotten about her sitting behind him. When her head touched the crease of his neck, he could hear her breathing. Sharp, ragged, urgent, terrified.

"We have to save them. All of them," she whispered to him. With resolve.

She was right. He had to trust Matt and Sora at the moment and get his duty done. He couldn't afford getting his thoughts muddled up right then. The whole city was in danger. He slid his hand behind him and found hers.

"I know," he sensed his heartbeat steadying as soon as he held his comrade's hand; he wasn't alone in this. "We will."

"... You have been like a wall - stable for me to back against every time I felt vulnerable. Your cheerful disposition - man, what can I say? Your cheeriness is like a bright ray of light at the end of a dark tunnel. All those times you stood by me or stood with me... when I look back I want to wish only we had fallen in love even sooner than we did..."

Seventeen year-old Tai opened the door of the empty apartment and trotted in. He felt as if his breathing was constricted, a certain rock on his chest hindering it. It was a bad day.

Their team lost in the preliminaries. It was probably the worst defeat they've had in the last five years. He sighed. He was to blame. He missed the crucial shot. He could still feel the eyes of his teammates burning into his back after he walked away in a fit of rage. Their consolations had sounded so half-hearted.

Worse still, he had no one to look to at the stands. No one who'd look disappointed, or who'd say "Better luck next time." Once in a blue moon, Izzy or Kari came to watch. Anyone else was a hard sight. He didn't even want his mind to tread near Sora; she was in a relationship after all, he saw her the least...

He fell back on the couch, his elbows on his knees, his face in his palms. Kari had extra classes. His mother was at the supermarket. He had never been more glad about being alone. Now he could let his tears fall free.

Without warning, his phone pinged.

'This is my final message of warning. If you don't reply the last of your share of cinnamon fruit toasties is going to my mouth. I took one while writing this, just sayin. -_-'

Mimi.

"Huh?" Tai opened the thread to find a flurry of texts that she had sent since the morning. Granted, maybe it was only because they had been really hyper-texting each other from Christmas Day, with her being the inquisitor and him being the alibi to his own escapades of failed romances, and yet Tai couldn't help but feel a little warmed about the text.

'Sorry, Mimi, had a match today. Was busy. :('

The reaction was instantaneous.

'WHAAAT'

And then another ping.

'Wow you didn't even tell me. ;_;'

No one had ever been interested about his soccer matches. It wasn't as if he hadn't tried. To tell other people that was. The group had drifted, no surprise there. Everyone has their own commitments. Mimi... she just landed to Tokyo this December, it didn't even cross his mind...

'Sorry it slipped out of my mind. Next time, promise!'

'So when's the next match? ^o^'

'No more till September. We crashed out.'

'Oh shit. Are you okay?'

'Yeah.'

'I have cinnamon fruit toasties. You doofus. I'm coming over~~'

"... And trust me, you are stronger than you let on, braver than you believed..." Tai's voice cracked, and he sensed an upsurge of tears blurring his vision. It came without warning. Maybe it was the memory behind that triggered it.

A push. It was sudden and it was sharp, and it was followed by a loud thud. He had fallen off his balance and landed on his butt, a little jarred. "What just happened?"

And then he watched.

"No, no," he sprinted forth as soon as the cloud of dust cleared out, and skidded to his knees. It hurt, but he didn't care. "Mimi, no, oh my god..."

There she was, half-buried beneath the rubble. Fresh blood oozed out of a cut near her hairline. In a frantic hurry, he pulled her out of the mess. She didn't seem to have any external injury apart from the bleeding gash on her forehead. And she was breathing; it was a steady, slow breath, but it was there.

Why did she do it? Why would she do it? She pushed him aside. That chunk of concrete; the whole balcony. She could've, she could've been killed. He cradled her into his arms; for a while, he didn't know what to say, or what to do. "Wake up," he squeaked.

And then he cried. He cried until he felt Kari jerking him to his senses, telling him to stop behaving as if Mimi was dead, comforting him, asking him to look for medical attention, and that the wound required a doctor. Soon more surrounded them, the digimons, people from the apartment complex, Mimi's parents, and the best option off the top of their heads was to carry her to the Kamiya residence.

Hours later, he peeked into the room she lay in, standing by the door. She looked so peaceful, even as her head was bandaged and foot plastered. When others left, he slowly tiptoed in. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he thought he was on the verge of fainting.

She saved his life.

No. She saved his life while risking her own.

Why would she do that?

"Onii-chan," it was Kari, "Get some rest."

"I'm good."

"Your arm is bleeding."

Hell, he didn't even notice. He pressed it against his shirt, away from his sister's concerned eyes.

"You must really care about Mimi-chan."

What - what was that supposed to mean? The way Kari said it, the tone, the curiosity... something was odd. He cared about everyone. How was this any different?

"...It was always different with you, Mimi. Always. When I look back, I just wish I had noticed before. We've been together for years and still going strong, and now we are here, and yet I wish I had noticed before. I can't believe I wasn't spellbound by how beautiful you are right from day one. I can't believe I didn't say I love you right on the day we met. But I'm glad you are the last person I fell in love with. Because now I can love you forever. And whatever comes, I know we can make through it because I'll always be your knight in shining armour and you'll always be my princess."

There it was. His speech was over. He had no track over what he spoke, so he looked about for reactions. The hall was silent, aside a few sniffs and sobs here and there. He turned to his groomsmen. Izzy's glasses could've had wipers on them, and Matt gave him a thumbs-up, and a light chuckle.

"Youuuuu dummmmmyy!"

And that just came out of nowhere. He realised the minister has backtracked a good five steps in surprise (horror), as the bride flailed her arms open and jumped upon the groom for a kiss. After the initial shock, Tai snaked his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer. It wasn't their wedding unless they rightfully scandalise a few people.

And then he kissed her. "Merry Christmas."

And she kissed him back. "And a happy New Year."

They didn't exactly expect applause, but, well, in this case it didn't seem to stop.


So guys, I guess this is it. Sappy AF. But you guys and these characters deserve to be sappy and happy. :3

(I have a bonus chapter in mind from Sora and Matt's perspectives but shhh, it's a secret). Thank you all for being SOOOO patient and reading this story. Every review, every favourite and follow is precious to me and made my day. All those guests with those hilarious reviews, you guys made my days, I feel so loved. Thank you so much!

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