A Digimon fanfiction by Betsy
Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, Daiyako would be official, making this story impossible to write. Comprenez?
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I knew it was impossible. Ever since I saw the look on her face when she forgave him, and the grateful look on his face right after. Just as I knew Hikari and I were impossible the second Takeru walked into our classroom and sat down next too Hikari.
But I kept trying then. Everyone says that persistence is rewarded, but it wasn't. Hell, it made her dislike me more. So I said nothing, this time. I wanted it to be different. God, why is it so hard? What's wrong with letting me succeed for once?
It's not supposed to work out this way. In stories, the hero always wins, and has his pick of romances. Why not in real life?
I asked Taichi about it. He didn't know either. He just told me to get over it, like he had. I suppose I will eventually. Just not yet.
I read Sophie's World a little while ago. Yes, me reading, and philosophy too. How surprising.
It made me think. What if we're just little pawns in some author's game, too? And if that's so, what makes the author hate me so much?
I stared at the pile of ashes in front of me. It used to be scraps of paper, ones I'd scribbled Hikari and Daisuke together, forever on. I burned them when it became painfully clear she and Takeru were an item.
I'd scribbled our names on similar papers. Now I grabbed them, and put them on the ashes. How fitting, that a dead romance should be the funeral pyre of another.
As I watched the flames flicker, only one thought ran through my head.
That's twice my dreams have gone up in smoke.