A/N: Ever wonder why Hikari was always sick in the first season? Like all the other drabbles: AU.
Title: Good-byes
Paring: Sora / Hikari
Theme: #o31 - Death
Word Count: 460
Rating: T
Warnings: Implied shoujo-ai, angst
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon Adventure.
Just how were you supposed to know? She never told you. Instead, you had to hear this from her brother, who was just behind you, frowning, unsure whether to ask you to leave or not. A part of you wanted him to take you away. To never come back. Because, in the end, all you'll do is end up hurting her again.
You held her hand in both of yours as you sat by her bed side. The cancer has already went to stage three. Agonizing pain and just waiting there to die. You clutched her hand firmly – not too tight or too loose – just enough to let her know you cared. Your eyes are red, streaked with tears as you kissed her hand lightly. Her labored breathing is the only thing you heard in the past few hours. The both of you knew she didn't have too long to live.
"I'm sorry I didn't know." You said quietly. You know you sounded pathetic, but you wanted something to break the silence. The soft beeping of the medical equipment was one of the few things telling you that she wasn't going to pass on just yet. You hoped she wasn't in pain, or, in the very least, in as less pain as possible.
"Sora-san..."
You stared at her in shock before what she says even registers in your little head, and slightly winced at the suffix. 'san...' The suffix never sounded so bittersweet before. You tried to smile and talk about something completely out there. Something that would distract the both of you for a moment. Anything to distract the both of you from remembering that they were in a hospital and she was waiting for it to happen. You don't even realize that you're crying as you chatter away.
She smiles at you warmly, pulling her hand away from yours, she rubs away the tears from your eyes. "Don't cry for me, Sora-chan. I've always known my fate."
You pause, thinking back to before this all happened. There were those little moments where you remembered her thinking worriedly about something when she thought you weren't looking. Most of those moments were from recently. When she'd randomly fall... Guilt hit you like a heavy brick. You should have figured it out then. "Why?"
"I didn't want you to feel sorry for me." She whispered. You hoped she wasn't hurting herself by talking to you. She pulled her hand way from you.
You wanted to speak out and say something. Anything. 'It wasn't your fault,' was words you had in mind, but you could say them. Your throat just closed up for some reason, just as you heard her whisper softly.
"Ja ne, Sora-chan... It's been fun, ne?"
