Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Digimon and therefore I'm not making any money out of this so don't sue me.
Pain.
Like people say, "No Pain, No Gain"
But what do I have to gain?
The only thing I've ever wanted now belongs to my best friend.
Hate.
It's a dark emotion and its one that I have plenty of right now.
I hate Matt for being the person that he is.
I hate him for being the person that Sora fell in love with.
I wanted that person to be me.
But I guess I can't really be surprised.
I never told her.
And now I've lost her.
No.
No, that's not right, I can't lose something that I never had.
I have all of this hate inside of me and I just want to let it all out.
But I just can't.
It doesn't matter how much I may hate Matt; I can never show it.
I can never show it because it will hurt her.
And I would rather die a thousand deaths than hurt her.
I love her; I love her more than anything in the world.
And I know that I will always love her.
Nothing can ever replace her in my heart.
But I have to move on.
I want to move on, for their sakes and for my own.
I know that the pain will drive me crazy if I don't stop it.
But I just can't.
Every time I see his arm around her I just die all over again.
It kills me to know that I will never be in that position.
It kills me to know that I will never mean anything more to her than just a friend.
The really sad part is that, the image of them together is all I can see anymore.
Like when we were fighting with Skullsatamon.
All I could think about was them.
But the fight did help a little.
The ironic thing is that while I don't want to be fighting this new evil, there is a part of me that hopes the fight lasts a little longer.
The fighting helps me think of something else.
And who knows I might even die in the process.
That'll certainly help with this pain in the pit of my heart.
But I doubt it.
People say that it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
To those people I say, screw you!
Sora took a piece of me that I will never be able to get back.
And without that piece, I'm left as nothing more than a shell.
My face left as nothing more than a mask, a mask that I must wear to cover my empty heart.
I don't think that I'll ever love again, it hurts too much.
AN: I will always be a fan of Taiora. I don't care what writers do. I don't care if they make it into a Sorato, but I just wish that they wouldn't rub it our faces so much.
TAIORA FOREVER