So Close, So Far
By Firenze
Quick A/N: I had forgotten about this fic! But romance doctor reminded me, and so I'll post this ending even though I don't like it all that much. Oh, and Taigurl, I WILL finish that alternate ending sometimes... It's even sadder than this ending so far...
Part 3: 'Love Can Wait'
Complete disaster had struck. One little message on an answering machine had led to the entire collapse of a touching moment, possibly to an entire friendship that had just recently been rebuilt. Would Taichi and Sora's relationship be ruined once again? Why did Fate mess with their minds, wrench at their hearts in this way; a way that tore them apart just as they were getting closer again? It was as if some powerful force was fully opposed to the two friends becoming a couple. One must only suppose they were always destined to be two opposite poles, like black and white, night and day. But how could two things so strikingly similar, that got along together so well, be forced to spend eternity on unparallel grounds? Perhaps this is a mystery that shall never be solved.
All we know is that this is the situation Taichi and Sora face, and they must find some way to deal with it. But the foremost point they had to sort out was the fact that Sora and Yamato's confidential (or maybe not as much as they suspected) relationship had been exposed and now hung in the air like a bad odor.
They each waited for the other to speak, but they didn't. Each could sense the very clear expressions on one another's faces and didn't want to say anything that could possibly make the other snap. As it was, they were already hanging on a frayed rope, treading on thin ice, and one wrong action could cause an explosion to erupt. So they remained quiet.
It's impossible to maintain pure silence for so long, especially between two hurt and confused people in a moment like this. Eventually, one of them had to make some sort of comment. It was Sora who did this. "Taichi," she said softly, in a cautious tone. "I-- I--"
"It's okay, spare yourself the apology..." he said, his eyes becoming threateningly watery, despite what he would say next. "I already knew."
"You did?" she asked, bewildered.
"In a sense. I could just tell somehow, by the way you twitched and became all rigid at the mention of a special boy and Yamato and -- it was just like foreshadowing. You didn't have to say it loud to make it clear. I had already got the message -- not literally...but I just knew. I knew for years."
"We -- we've only been dating a couple months," she said, her eyes wide and frightful.
"Yeah... But I knew it would happen eventually. Even if you had no hints of romantic feelings between you, I just had this gut feeling it would happen. I'm not saying I can tell the future... But I'm just glad I figured out this would happen before it hurt me even more."
Sora sniffled. "How badly hurt are you?"
"A lot less than I'd've expected of myself... I guess I've gotten stronger, or knowing this information in advance has helped me accept it... I don't know. But I know I'm not as hurt as you think I am," he said confidently.
"And why is that?" She looked at him, and their eyes met. They did not look away, and this time, it wasn't as frighteningly intense as it had been before.
"Because I'm not in love with you."
Their practically staring contest went on for a long time, again it was wordlessly. Until Taichi blinked. He didn't only blink once, he blinked a few times, and finally had to look away. It was like staring at the sun for too long -- after all, he had compared Sora to the sun earlier, hadn't he? It turned out it worked in more ways than one.
Sora remembered something Jun had told Yamato, and something he had reiterated to Sora every time she blinked constantly while telling him something. 'You can tell when someone is lying because they blink a lot.' Sure, some people were exceptions, and this method would not work in every scenario, but it worked often. However, Taichi had kept his steely glare for a surprisingly long time before breaking out into a fit of blinking. Had he been fighting the urge to blink, to maintain steady eye contact to hide any fears? Whatever it was, Sora had no clue what to make of his statement.
"...You don't love me?" she repeated. "Why would I have thought you did?" she added slowly.
He sighed. "Don't deny it. I know you thought I was in love with you... Everyone did. It just seemed so obvious." His eyes stared into hers again, though she didn't return it. "Well sometimes the most obvious answer isn't the true one. And sometimes it's entirely opposite from that. The least obvious one is the true one."
There was nothing she could say to that, especially since he refused to hear any of her desperate apologies. So she didn't.
Luckily, Taichi had just the right words, words planned out in his mind to say like a speech, that it would be a mouthful and enough for both of them put together. "You've changed, Sora. Not because you decided to date Yamato... Your change happened after that. Look what you're wearing! For no particular reason, you're wearing a skirt. You're wearing pink!"
"Why is that so amazing to you? I happen to be a girl! Maybe you don't realize it, but other people do. That's why I'm dating Yamato. Because someone actually cares about me because I'm a girl. You still want me to be the eleven-year-old tomboy that you envision as the real me." She had hit it right on target; entirely what Taichi had been thinking. "I'm not like that anymore, okay?! I'm not eleven-years-old anymore! So stop treating me like I am!"
"When did I treat you like an eleven-year-old?" he demanded. "*Why* would I treat you like it?!"
"You tell me! Why are you so dead set against me and Yamato? Why does it bother you so much if you supposedly don't love me?" Her hands were on her hips and she glared at him expectantly, waiting for a good answer.
"You're putting words into my mouth!" he sputtered. "I'm not dead set against you and Yamato being a couple! I never said that!"
"You didn't have to say it," she said quietly, breathing evenly out her nostrils. "I could just tell somehow. I know you too well for you to try to hide things that are this obvious. So maybe you've forgotten me. That's your loss. Just because you can't keep up with my changes doesn't mean I have to stop and wait for you. So you miss my tomboy self... Well I miss you too." Her last sentence lacked the force her previous paragraph had. Even before she had said her last word, she averted her gaze from him.
His eyebrows were knitted. "What do you mean, 'you miss me?' I'm not the one who's changed."
Sora's voice was now even quieter, and it lacked all the passion and rage she had had. In fact, she softened considerably and wasn't mad at all. "Everyone changes, Taichi. You're just like the rest of us. Maybe you don't notice it because you're you, but you have changed. A lot."
"How?" he asked, his fury fading away also.
"Like me, you've grown up... You've changed in so many ways... Too many to name... And you've matured too much."
Now he was just entirely confused. "What?! I've matured to much? What are you talking about? That makes no sense!"
Her crimson eyes were misty, tears close at hand. "I actually wish you were mad at me for dating Yamato, I wish you were jealous and tried to split us up. Why do you have so much willpower to have this not get to you? I know, I shouldn't be saying this -- I should be glad you are creating some sort of triangle between us--"
Taichi's fury flared up again, like someone had just poured gasoline in the campfire that had been dying away. Never had he been so mixed up in his entire life. Everything Sora said made absolutely no sense. Why did she expect him to understand? "Damn right! Why would you *want* a triangle?! You have Yamato! Isn't that who you wanted?!"
The barrier broke and a flood of tears came pouring down her cheeks. "Yes -- no...I don't know!" She threw her hands into the air with impatience. "Love -- it's too confusing for me to be entirely sure... I'm sorry I can't make up my mind... I'm sorry I'm not perfect like you!"
"When did I say I was perfect?!" He shouted back, too confused; too confused to understand what she was saying, *why* she was saying it. Everything Sora said only made less sense than the one before. "Stop trying to know what I'm thinking, because you don't! I *have* changed... We both have. And we haven't been together when all these changes happened, and so it's impossible to think we can still tell what each other is feeling by looking into each other's eyes. I accept that we weren't close for a long time and it's messed up everything we shared before...why can't you realize this?"
He took a deep breath and started yelling again, about something different, without even waiting for her response to what he had just said. "And now here's what I really want to know. Why should I love you, why should I ruin your and Yamato's relationship if you wanted to be with him?! It doesn't add up!"
"I don't know if it's still what I want!" She wiped her wet face with the towel she had just earlier been drying Taichi off with. "I'm not so sure of myself and everything else like you are... I'm not sure if you're not the person I wish I could be with!"
"I'm not sure if I want to be with you either," he said, lowering his voice, since it was getting hoarse. "But why else would we be so close to a kiss?"
"Why did we stop?" she interrupted.
"Because the phone rang--!" he began, then stopped. His voice changed to an even softer one; he was telling himself all this too. "But even before our lips fully connected, we had already been pulling back..."
"Exactly," she whispered, her throat hoarse.
"We're just not ready to be making decisions like this. I mean, it's been years since we talked!" he pointed out. "We're friends again now -- I think -- and that's about as far as we should be going. We can't try to push it any further. We have to rebuild our relationship entirely, before we start going on about love."
"So basically you're saying love can wait."
He nodded.
"What if I can't?" she asked weakly.
"You have to. I mean, you have to make up your mind about how we feel about each other, how you feel about Yamato... Only then can we get everything sorted. When we're sure of our hearts."
"I don't think I'll ever be sure of my heart..." Sora whispered. "Love isn't easy."
Taichi instantly remembered a quote he had heard before, and it seemed to flow naturally from his lips. "No one ever said love was going to be easy. William Shakespeare himself once said, 'The course of true love never did run smooth.'"
"Since when did you know Shakespeare quotes?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.
"That's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is, love isn't, never was, never will be, something we can just be sure of in a matter of seconds. It's not something we should just run into blindfolded. So before you suck me into some huge love triangle, think it over first. I will too." He paused. "And maybe then... Maybe we'll find out. We could end up together... Yamato and you could stay together... We can't know."
"I suppose..." she said. "See, why do you have to be so smart about these things? You've grown up so much more than I have, and I was always the one mature for my age. It made me feel better to know I was having a positive influence on you, helping you make the right decision. Now...now I'm not someone you can go to for advice."
"I never went to you for advice," he disagreed. "You supplied it. And I'll always be grateful. But -- but I don't need you anymore to grow up, like you always told me to... I already have. Maybe that's what's keeping us apart, not something like you and Yamato. We just both keep reaching for a person we think both of us still are -- but we aren't. I'm in love with the old you, and you're in love with the old me... But that'll always be all it is... What we used to be."
Sora sighed deeply. "Suppose we didn't change at all. Do you think we would have gotten together?"
This was a question he couldn't answer. How would he know if they'd have been together if history was different. "I don't know... I just don't know. Things would have been easier than, huh?"
"A *lot* easier," she agreed. "But that didn't happen. And if life was all just easy decisions and all -- where's the excitement? We have a tough decision in front of us now... And there's still a chance we could get together, it's just harder." She hesitated. "...There is a chance, right?"
"Sure there's a chance," he said. "And we'll just find out when it happens... Not now, maybe not for a very long time... But we'll just have to accept whatever happens. Why...do you want us to be together? Have you already made up your mind?" He seemed very expectant.
"Not at all," she said, sinking down onto the couch and hugging a pillow to her chest. "But maybe there's something you can do to help me decide. Can you?"
Taichi looked at her. "Anything. What is it?"
"Well you said anything..." she trailed off. And without having to even tell him, he just knew. Maybe the act of looking into one another's eyes to discover their emotions wasn't entirely gone from their relationship. Because from studying the depths of Sora's ruby irises, looking for the dazzling light hidden in the dark of her pupils...the rest of her statement was finished, and Taichi realized it.
Sora stood back up, Taichi moved closer, and their arms went around each other in an embrace. One of his hands went to cup her cheek and chin, and his thumb went over her cheek to wipe away any traces of tears left on her face. Then they leaned in closer...and performed the act they had attempted earlier -- but this time, there was nothing to stop them from doing it. Not the phone, not Yamato, not any sort of doubts... Nothing was holding them back...
And they kissed.
It wasn't just any kiss. It wasn't the first kiss they both had, which coincidentally or not, came from each other. The first time was an experiment. Even more, it had been a dare. It was a discovery. All they got from it was losing the opportunity of their first kiss and a sense of what it was like to kiss someone of the opposite sex who was in no way related. This time, they were already aware of what it would be like.
They just didn't know how much it would be. They could have never expected the powerful electricity that flowed through them. They could have never imagined the fantastic fireworks they saw, even with their eyes closed. Or the way the kiss touched every part of their body and made their spines tingle. They hadn't known how much this kiss would affect them at all.
And it was possibly the last romantic moment they would ever have -- or maybe only the last before they were finally together. Either way, both of them were okay with it. *That* was closure, whichever way it would turn out. Time would just have to tell...and love would just have to wait. It would all be settled in the end, they hoped. After all, they had been so close... And yet, so far...
.:The End:.
Author's Note: I know I took the title from Madd Spammer's fic! Well hey, I love that fic, even me being the big shipper I am. Now to you shippers... Who wanted to see Sora and Taichi end up together? I'm sorry, I'm on a drama kick, and have a whole load of depressing Taioras written. Could be because of the Sorato news, but it's just like that for me. I can't write anything happy! Awww, it's not like it's never happened before.
Anyway, I'm just proud that I finally finished a fic. With parts! (I have the most trouble with those kinds) Keep in mind that I only finally recovered from a month of extreme writer's block. I mean, serious, Serious, SERIOUS block. I blame it on all the essays we had to write in class. But I'm actually glad I wrote those essays... I mean, have you ever seen me write a simile in any of my other fics, EVER? Seriously, my teacher cracked a whip on us with all the similes, metaphors, onomatopoeia, junk, and extreme detail ("show, not tell!") our essays had to have. I'd like to think it improved my writing, maybe by the tiniest smidgen... But that's up for you to decide.
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. I'm simply a fan (note the word 'loyal' is gone...the official Sorato has had me lose faith in Toei and whoever else is responsible) of the show, and the use of their characters in my fic is simply because I suck at making up characters and it's easier to have characters with pre-supplied backgrounds, so I don't have to spend too much time explaining them. I may change a few things, like having Taichi not crush on Sora, or know that she's dating Yamato, but that's pretty much the extent of it.
By Firenze
Quick A/N: I had forgotten about this fic! But romance doctor reminded me, and so I'll post this ending even though I don't like it all that much. Oh, and Taigurl, I WILL finish that alternate ending sometimes... It's even sadder than this ending so far...
Part 3: 'Love Can Wait'
Complete disaster had struck. One little message on an answering machine had led to the entire collapse of a touching moment, possibly to an entire friendship that had just recently been rebuilt. Would Taichi and Sora's relationship be ruined once again? Why did Fate mess with their minds, wrench at their hearts in this way; a way that tore them apart just as they were getting closer again? It was as if some powerful force was fully opposed to the two friends becoming a couple. One must only suppose they were always destined to be two opposite poles, like black and white, night and day. But how could two things so strikingly similar, that got along together so well, be forced to spend eternity on unparallel grounds? Perhaps this is a mystery that shall never be solved.
All we know is that this is the situation Taichi and Sora face, and they must find some way to deal with it. But the foremost point they had to sort out was the fact that Sora and Yamato's confidential (or maybe not as much as they suspected) relationship had been exposed and now hung in the air like a bad odor.
They each waited for the other to speak, but they didn't. Each could sense the very clear expressions on one another's faces and didn't want to say anything that could possibly make the other snap. As it was, they were already hanging on a frayed rope, treading on thin ice, and one wrong action could cause an explosion to erupt. So they remained quiet.
It's impossible to maintain pure silence for so long, especially between two hurt and confused people in a moment like this. Eventually, one of them had to make some sort of comment. It was Sora who did this. "Taichi," she said softly, in a cautious tone. "I-- I--"
"It's okay, spare yourself the apology..." he said, his eyes becoming threateningly watery, despite what he would say next. "I already knew."
"You did?" she asked, bewildered.
"In a sense. I could just tell somehow, by the way you twitched and became all rigid at the mention of a special boy and Yamato and -- it was just like foreshadowing. You didn't have to say it loud to make it clear. I had already got the message -- not literally...but I just knew. I knew for years."
"We -- we've only been dating a couple months," she said, her eyes wide and frightful.
"Yeah... But I knew it would happen eventually. Even if you had no hints of romantic feelings between you, I just had this gut feeling it would happen. I'm not saying I can tell the future... But I'm just glad I figured out this would happen before it hurt me even more."
Sora sniffled. "How badly hurt are you?"
"A lot less than I'd've expected of myself... I guess I've gotten stronger, or knowing this information in advance has helped me accept it... I don't know. But I know I'm not as hurt as you think I am," he said confidently.
"And why is that?" She looked at him, and their eyes met. They did not look away, and this time, it wasn't as frighteningly intense as it had been before.
"Because I'm not in love with you."
Their practically staring contest went on for a long time, again it was wordlessly. Until Taichi blinked. He didn't only blink once, he blinked a few times, and finally had to look away. It was like staring at the sun for too long -- after all, he had compared Sora to the sun earlier, hadn't he? It turned out it worked in more ways than one.
Sora remembered something Jun had told Yamato, and something he had reiterated to Sora every time she blinked constantly while telling him something. 'You can tell when someone is lying because they blink a lot.' Sure, some people were exceptions, and this method would not work in every scenario, but it worked often. However, Taichi had kept his steely glare for a surprisingly long time before breaking out into a fit of blinking. Had he been fighting the urge to blink, to maintain steady eye contact to hide any fears? Whatever it was, Sora had no clue what to make of his statement.
"...You don't love me?" she repeated. "Why would I have thought you did?" she added slowly.
He sighed. "Don't deny it. I know you thought I was in love with you... Everyone did. It just seemed so obvious." His eyes stared into hers again, though she didn't return it. "Well sometimes the most obvious answer isn't the true one. And sometimes it's entirely opposite from that. The least obvious one is the true one."
There was nothing she could say to that, especially since he refused to hear any of her desperate apologies. So she didn't.
Luckily, Taichi had just the right words, words planned out in his mind to say like a speech, that it would be a mouthful and enough for both of them put together. "You've changed, Sora. Not because you decided to date Yamato... Your change happened after that. Look what you're wearing! For no particular reason, you're wearing a skirt. You're wearing pink!"
"Why is that so amazing to you? I happen to be a girl! Maybe you don't realize it, but other people do. That's why I'm dating Yamato. Because someone actually cares about me because I'm a girl. You still want me to be the eleven-year-old tomboy that you envision as the real me." She had hit it right on target; entirely what Taichi had been thinking. "I'm not like that anymore, okay?! I'm not eleven-years-old anymore! So stop treating me like I am!"
"When did I treat you like an eleven-year-old?" he demanded. "*Why* would I treat you like it?!"
"You tell me! Why are you so dead set against me and Yamato? Why does it bother you so much if you supposedly don't love me?" Her hands were on her hips and she glared at him expectantly, waiting for a good answer.
"You're putting words into my mouth!" he sputtered. "I'm not dead set against you and Yamato being a couple! I never said that!"
"You didn't have to say it," she said quietly, breathing evenly out her nostrils. "I could just tell somehow. I know you too well for you to try to hide things that are this obvious. So maybe you've forgotten me. That's your loss. Just because you can't keep up with my changes doesn't mean I have to stop and wait for you. So you miss my tomboy self... Well I miss you too." Her last sentence lacked the force her previous paragraph had. Even before she had said her last word, she averted her gaze from him.
His eyebrows were knitted. "What do you mean, 'you miss me?' I'm not the one who's changed."
Sora's voice was now even quieter, and it lacked all the passion and rage she had had. In fact, she softened considerably and wasn't mad at all. "Everyone changes, Taichi. You're just like the rest of us. Maybe you don't notice it because you're you, but you have changed. A lot."
"How?" he asked, his fury fading away also.
"Like me, you've grown up... You've changed in so many ways... Too many to name... And you've matured too much."
Now he was just entirely confused. "What?! I've matured to much? What are you talking about? That makes no sense!"
Her crimson eyes were misty, tears close at hand. "I actually wish you were mad at me for dating Yamato, I wish you were jealous and tried to split us up. Why do you have so much willpower to have this not get to you? I know, I shouldn't be saying this -- I should be glad you are creating some sort of triangle between us--"
Taichi's fury flared up again, like someone had just poured gasoline in the campfire that had been dying away. Never had he been so mixed up in his entire life. Everything Sora said made absolutely no sense. Why did she expect him to understand? "Damn right! Why would you *want* a triangle?! You have Yamato! Isn't that who you wanted?!"
The barrier broke and a flood of tears came pouring down her cheeks. "Yes -- no...I don't know!" She threw her hands into the air with impatience. "Love -- it's too confusing for me to be entirely sure... I'm sorry I can't make up my mind... I'm sorry I'm not perfect like you!"
"When did I say I was perfect?!" He shouted back, too confused; too confused to understand what she was saying, *why* she was saying it. Everything Sora said only made less sense than the one before. "Stop trying to know what I'm thinking, because you don't! I *have* changed... We both have. And we haven't been together when all these changes happened, and so it's impossible to think we can still tell what each other is feeling by looking into each other's eyes. I accept that we weren't close for a long time and it's messed up everything we shared before...why can't you realize this?"
He took a deep breath and started yelling again, about something different, without even waiting for her response to what he had just said. "And now here's what I really want to know. Why should I love you, why should I ruin your and Yamato's relationship if you wanted to be with him?! It doesn't add up!"
"I don't know if it's still what I want!" She wiped her wet face with the towel she had just earlier been drying Taichi off with. "I'm not so sure of myself and everything else like you are... I'm not sure if you're not the person I wish I could be with!"
"I'm not sure if I want to be with you either," he said, lowering his voice, since it was getting hoarse. "But why else would we be so close to a kiss?"
"Why did we stop?" she interrupted.
"Because the phone rang--!" he began, then stopped. His voice changed to an even softer one; he was telling himself all this too. "But even before our lips fully connected, we had already been pulling back..."
"Exactly," she whispered, her throat hoarse.
"We're just not ready to be making decisions like this. I mean, it's been years since we talked!" he pointed out. "We're friends again now -- I think -- and that's about as far as we should be going. We can't try to push it any further. We have to rebuild our relationship entirely, before we start going on about love."
"So basically you're saying love can wait."
He nodded.
"What if I can't?" she asked weakly.
"You have to. I mean, you have to make up your mind about how we feel about each other, how you feel about Yamato... Only then can we get everything sorted. When we're sure of our hearts."
"I don't think I'll ever be sure of my heart..." Sora whispered. "Love isn't easy."
Taichi instantly remembered a quote he had heard before, and it seemed to flow naturally from his lips. "No one ever said love was going to be easy. William Shakespeare himself once said, 'The course of true love never did run smooth.'"
"Since when did you know Shakespeare quotes?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.
"That's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is, love isn't, never was, never will be, something we can just be sure of in a matter of seconds. It's not something we should just run into blindfolded. So before you suck me into some huge love triangle, think it over first. I will too." He paused. "And maybe then... Maybe we'll find out. We could end up together... Yamato and you could stay together... We can't know."
"I suppose..." she said. "See, why do you have to be so smart about these things? You've grown up so much more than I have, and I was always the one mature for my age. It made me feel better to know I was having a positive influence on you, helping you make the right decision. Now...now I'm not someone you can go to for advice."
"I never went to you for advice," he disagreed. "You supplied it. And I'll always be grateful. But -- but I don't need you anymore to grow up, like you always told me to... I already have. Maybe that's what's keeping us apart, not something like you and Yamato. We just both keep reaching for a person we think both of us still are -- but we aren't. I'm in love with the old you, and you're in love with the old me... But that'll always be all it is... What we used to be."
Sora sighed deeply. "Suppose we didn't change at all. Do you think we would have gotten together?"
This was a question he couldn't answer. How would he know if they'd have been together if history was different. "I don't know... I just don't know. Things would have been easier than, huh?"
"A *lot* easier," she agreed. "But that didn't happen. And if life was all just easy decisions and all -- where's the excitement? We have a tough decision in front of us now... And there's still a chance we could get together, it's just harder." She hesitated. "...There is a chance, right?"
"Sure there's a chance," he said. "And we'll just find out when it happens... Not now, maybe not for a very long time... But we'll just have to accept whatever happens. Why...do you want us to be together? Have you already made up your mind?" He seemed very expectant.
"Not at all," she said, sinking down onto the couch and hugging a pillow to her chest. "But maybe there's something you can do to help me decide. Can you?"
Taichi looked at her. "Anything. What is it?"
"Well you said anything..." she trailed off. And without having to even tell him, he just knew. Maybe the act of looking into one another's eyes to discover their emotions wasn't entirely gone from their relationship. Because from studying the depths of Sora's ruby irises, looking for the dazzling light hidden in the dark of her pupils...the rest of her statement was finished, and Taichi realized it.
Sora stood back up, Taichi moved closer, and their arms went around each other in an embrace. One of his hands went to cup her cheek and chin, and his thumb went over her cheek to wipe away any traces of tears left on her face. Then they leaned in closer...and performed the act they had attempted earlier -- but this time, there was nothing to stop them from doing it. Not the phone, not Yamato, not any sort of doubts... Nothing was holding them back...
And they kissed.
It wasn't just any kiss. It wasn't the first kiss they both had, which coincidentally or not, came from each other. The first time was an experiment. Even more, it had been a dare. It was a discovery. All they got from it was losing the opportunity of their first kiss and a sense of what it was like to kiss someone of the opposite sex who was in no way related. This time, they were already aware of what it would be like.
They just didn't know how much it would be. They could have never expected the powerful electricity that flowed through them. They could have never imagined the fantastic fireworks they saw, even with their eyes closed. Or the way the kiss touched every part of their body and made their spines tingle. They hadn't known how much this kiss would affect them at all.
And it was possibly the last romantic moment they would ever have -- or maybe only the last before they were finally together. Either way, both of them were okay with it. *That* was closure, whichever way it would turn out. Time would just have to tell...and love would just have to wait. It would all be settled in the end, they hoped. After all, they had been so close... And yet, so far...
.:The End:.
Author's Note: I know I took the title from Madd Spammer's fic! Well hey, I love that fic, even me being the big shipper I am. Now to you shippers... Who wanted to see Sora and Taichi end up together? I'm sorry, I'm on a drama kick, and have a whole load of depressing Taioras written. Could be because of the Sorato news, but it's just like that for me. I can't write anything happy! Awww, it's not like it's never happened before.
Anyway, I'm just proud that I finally finished a fic. With parts! (I have the most trouble with those kinds) Keep in mind that I only finally recovered from a month of extreme writer's block. I mean, serious, Serious, SERIOUS block. I blame it on all the essays we had to write in class. But I'm actually glad I wrote those essays... I mean, have you ever seen me write a simile in any of my other fics, EVER? Seriously, my teacher cracked a whip on us with all the similes, metaphors, onomatopoeia, junk, and extreme detail ("show, not tell!") our essays had to have. I'd like to think it improved my writing, maybe by the tiniest smidgen... But that's up for you to decide.
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. I'm simply a fan (note the word 'loyal' is gone...the official Sorato has had me lose faith in Toei and whoever else is responsible) of the show, and the use of their characters in my fic is simply because I suck at making up characters and it's easier to have characters with pre-supplied backgrounds, so I don't have to spend too much time explaining them. I may change a few things, like having Taichi not crush on Sora, or know that she's dating Yamato, but that's pretty much the extent of it.