AN: This is a dream I had, it wasn't Digimon, it was just a girl and a guy my mind created out of no where. I know it's very obvious who it is but read it anyway. Thanx forever.
Throwing the flowers in the shallow grave, a tear rolled down her cheek. The rain, angel's tears, falling for his untimely death.
She glanced around the gloomy graveyard. Sora always hated graveyards, ever since she was a child. The stench of death hang in the air, making his death all the less bearable. Her tears mixing with the rain, sharing her sorrow with the world.
Yamato, head down, his blond hair pasted to his forehead. They were always friends, even after Yamato found out about their love. His eyes were pink, Yamato, the one who kept everything to himself.
His brother, Takeru. She always thought of him as a little brother. Sweet, innocent Takeru. He looked like Yamato. Glowing blond hair. His tears were silent, invisible, although his heart bled. He always looked up to him.
Behind Takeru was Daisuke, with Hikari hanging on his arm. Daisuke was never afraid to show his emotions, now was no exception. Tears came easily to him, he hugged Hikari closer and looked up to the sky, praying to the angels.
She looked at the grave, the dove on top sang to her soul comforting her lose with it's sweet tune. He always liked birds, after the Digital World. That's why they buried him here, right where Mimi buried their friends who sacrificed themselves for the Digidestined. His stone grave loomed above the crosses of the Digimon.
Her father put a hand on her shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. She cried into his jacket, the words of his priest faded in the background. Her father had always been there, even during the death of her mother. He had been hurt even more then her, but he still comforted her.
The priest shut the bible and walked slowly away. Everyone followed his example and turned towards their cars. The slam of doors echoed though the rain. The engines roared. Sora never made a move to leave. They all understood, she had lost so much.
Hikari walked up behind her, they locked eyes for a second, feeling each other's pain. Sora gave a meek smile and looked down at the grave. She knelt down, Hikari followed. She ran her fingers though the letters of his name, engraved in the stone. As though touching his name would bring him back.
She remembered him, the first kiss, the first date, his soft touch. Everything they ever did ran though her head. He saved her, from so much in her life. His soft touch told her he cared, he loved her. He pulled her out of everything, making her laugh when everything as black and she would just die.
They knelt there silently until the moon rose in the sky. Reflecting the dullness of her eyes. The tears rolling down her face still rested there, they would never leave.
She heard Hikari walked off behind her, leaving her alone with her sadness.
Sora kissed her finger tips and brushed them across the name indented in the marble. She pressed her hand against the rest of the inscription.
Taichi Yagami
1983-2001
Loving Friend, Brother and Son.
You'll always be with us
Sora lay one single rose by the grave. Wiping the last tears from her eyes.
"I'll always be with you Taichi," she whispered. "You'll never be alone."
