Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon in any way, shape or form. Not even the movie, which I desperatly want. R&R please.
Italics: thinking
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Ch.2
T.K. was very special to me, Kari looked small and pale as she grasped the podium, We had so many good times together. But we can't be together now... Now that he's gone.
Kari could see Matt crying with his parents. She could see Sora and Yolei trying to control their grief. Kari could feel their emotions, but she couldn't feel hers. She was numb.
Kari wondered if what she was saying made any sense. It was a jumble of words to her, garbled and spoken in a monotone. In neutral.
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Kari felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around. It was Ms. Takaishi.
she took a deep breath, I just wanted to say, that I will always be here for you. If you ever need me, just call. She gave Kari a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number on it.
Surprised, Kari looked up into Ms. Takaishi's deep blue eyes. T.K.'s deep blue eyes. She could almost see T.K. in them.
Thank you.
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I sing alone,
While I watch the ocean,
My lover's gone'
Kari slowly walked along the cliff, looking down on the beach. The waves slowly washed in and out, in and out. A piece of driftwood floated, caught in the constant flow of the waves.
And I, want to thank you... For giving me the best day of my life... Oh, just to be with you, is having the best of my life...
Kari knelt down in front of a simple marble headstone.
Takeru Takaishi
1992-2006
May his hope always guide us.'
She ran her fingertips over the words. You can't be with me anymore, so my life isn't worth living... The mound of dirt was still exposed, not yet covered with grass. ...Just not worth it...
A tear trickled down Kari's cheek and fell onto the dirt, leaving a small dent. That little dent T.K., that's the impression you made in the world. But this... Kari seized a large rock and hurled it over the cliff. She could here a loud thump as it landed. ...is the impression you made on my life.
Kari pulled a scrap of black ribbon out of her pocket. She tied it in a tiny bow and set it at the base of the headstone, amongst the flowers and bushes. It looked so small a tribute to the person who was her reason for living. Pathetic. Worthless. Stupid.
Kari's body shook with silent sobs. Depression sank into her soul, plunging Kari into inky blackness. T.K. was the only person who could find her in his morbid sea, and he was dead.
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A/N: Well, I figured the chapters were too short, so instead of making this part a separate chapter, I added it to chapter three. Yay! Can you figure out what has happened to Kari? Review! (The song Kari was singing is called Thank You, and it's also by Dido)