Thought I'd get the epilogue up quickly

Thought I'd get the epilogue up quickly. No point in prolonging it any further, is there?

Davis: She doesn't own Digimon.

Me: *sniff* I'm miss making… err… hearing you say that.

Davis: Now that the fic is over, will you let me go? Please?

Me: NO!

Davis: Just thought I'd ask.

The Difference

Epilogue

Sacred to the Memory

Of

Taichi Kamiya

May he rest peace,

Knowing that his actions

Have made all the difference

In the lives of his fellow digidestined.

May his weary soul

Find rest

In the hands of God

As she read the engraving on the tombstone, there was only one thing she could find in her heart to say. "Thank you, onii-san. I'll miss you."

(a/n: I already told you, but just to remind you, onii-san means big brother.)

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I told you it was short. I would like to dedicate this fic to all those who were affected by the September 11 attacks, which is basically, everyone. This was a story of racism, and how it was dealt with. Obviously, we can't go to another world to escape it. We only have this one. So, please, everyone, try to get along. Racism sucks. I think we all need to realize that more than ever now.

Questions? Comments? E-mail me at kitcat_46@hotmail.com. Until next time! Toodles!