Author's Note: Please read enjoy and review. This story is working out well and I'm going to try to get

most or preferably all of it up before I leave for my trip to Germany(!) on Tuesday. I will fix grammatical

errors when I have finished the story. Bear with me. Anyway here is part 3. Enjoy it. Please no flames.

My emotions are too delicate. By the way thisthoughts indicates thought. If some parts confuse you

don't worry things will be explained more as the story continues. (I love reviews!(hint hint))

DISCLAIMER: YOU KNOW THE DRILL. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING (well not Digimon anyway.)



"What are you doing here Ken?" sighed Miyako. The room was the white visitors room in which the scene just 2 days before had played out. The boy addressed did not answer the girl he had to his heart re-avowed his love for the night before.

"What are you doing here Davis" Ken glared at his best friend despite himself as he spoke in a soft silky voice of anger. Davis unwrapped his arms from around Miyako.

"Jeez Ken we were just you know talkin'. Miyako is one of my best friends. I have to make sure she doesn't cause to much trouble." At his last words he flashed a smile to both Miyako who returned it however weakly and to Ken who after only a moment did the same.

" I'm sorry Davis. I don't know what came over me. Actually I came here for the same reason." He smiled sheepishly ashamed of his jealousy.

"No problem dude. I've got some idea 'what'" The last part was added in a mutter

"Huh"

"Nothing. Now I gotta go. See ya later Miyako. Be a good girl"

"Yeah" she murmured as he trotted out the door. Her smile still looked weak. It wasn't the smile that warmed him enough to bring him back from the dead. The girl cast a fleeting glance at the boy now seated across from her then fixed her eyes on the ends of her lavender hair as she fiddled with it.

"Miyako..."

"Ken why are you here?" Again she asked. Ken was struggling with his words. All his instincts urged him to run and he was ashamed of his cowardice. Something deeper in him, though, luckily, kept him there. When he spoke it was with an air of urgency.

"Miyako you Are my friend. I had to come and see how you are doing." He visually evaluated her well being. To him she looked beautiful, but then she always did because his vision of her was obscured by his love. Past that though he knew she actually did not look well. Her long hair was tangled and limp the usual gleam dulled. Her face was pale and seemed permanently drawn in with pain. This combined with the redness from the clear traces of crying on her salt streaked face accented the small flaws in her complexion. Her eyes were faintly bloodshot and sad, hollow, hurt and confused. Ken resisted the urge to try and kiss away her pain to shout at her that he loved her that even though she didn't have the crest she was his light.She doesn't need your love confession. Look at her. She needs a friend.

"Oh Miyako please could you just talk to me. Why did you do this"
She crinkled her brow and looked away from Ken. Her eyes sparkled not with joy or love but with unshed tears.

"I... I don't want to talk about it. You don't have to stay. Just leave. You won't understand." The words hurt but he refused the pain refused every cell in his body telling him to run, to do as she asked. He resisted and persisted.

" Miyako I will understand more than you think. Don't you see what the Digimon Emperor was for me? He was my escape, my self destruction. You had yours and it was different but still it is the same. I'm not a monster anymore so let me help you please. I will understand because I fell into self destruction as well." He held back tears of mixed emotion. Now wasn't the time.

" Damn it!" the exclamation startled him. "Okay fine Ken! Here's your truth. I felt bad duh! Everything is hard! I'm nothing and I always will be. I'm not pretty, not, kind, not brave, not even that smart. At least before in the fight and for a little after I felt needed. Being destined for something felt great it made the hardship worth it. But my destinies over now and I'm only 17. I feel so pointless. And I feel bad for feeling bad, like I'm just being over dramatic. No. What is there left? I lost my hopes my dreams slipped away. It just seemed so easy to... to die. I couldn't live in the pain. That's something else I'm not strong." Her voice fell, her eyes grew dark and haunted. "Easier than living in pain. The medicine, I wanted it to end it. I didn't know the amount of pain involved but I didn't care. I don't want to be here. I don't belong here. I'm lonely, always lonely. I'm alone, all and always alone. Nobody cares?" she stopped as she realized that she was speaking and that he was listening. She wondered if she had just been talking about the asylum or life in general.

Miyako when you look up he'll be gone you'll never see him again.
Miyako cried silently but for only a second then gasped and jumped as she felt a thin but strong arm wrap around her shaking shoulders.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't able to help you Miyako." His voice shook and was full of remorse.

It's just like that time... A sweet smile of remembrance crossed her face as she recalled her past.

"That's okay Ken I know you were scared and it would have been silly for you to fall down too. You were so scared you probably, wouldn't have been much help..." Ken looked at her questioning as she murmured words of another time, then realized and groaned in renewed embarrassment.

"It was perfect" she spoke softly as if to break the memory.

"Huh?"

"That time. Not for you I know. But for me...You needed me as a friend. To give you what ever comfort I could through my incessant rambling. The fight was in a lull, kind of, but the Digiworld still needed me, us. Mostly I didn't even mind myself." She smiled sadly at him as his smile faded. He stared at her.

"Miyako, you've always seemed so happy."

The girl sighed and pushed back her neglected hair. "I know and really a lot of times I was. Just, alone I saw, see how flawed I am. I'm not, never have been or will be Kari, gentle, empathetic, beautiful. I am harsh, loud and ugly. Maybe that ugly thing shouldn't even bother me but it does all of it does. I guess I just kind of got lost. Still, I don't want to be in this hospital." She rested her head in her hands and sighed again as her hair also slipped forward once more. The sleeves of her loose long-sleeved pale blue shirt slipped down her thin arms.

"I know Miyako but these doctors can help you. They can take care of you. I... we can't be around all of the time we can't help as well." A passion rose into his voice. " We are worried Miyako, don't you see? You almost died! That would have crushed us, and your family. You are unhealthy! We care about you! And... Miyako what is That!?" As she moved her face from her hands her hair moved to reveal...

" Oh this?" she laughed an unhappy, humorless laugh. It might have been a groan. She held out her wrist for him to better see the red scar in question. " Didn't they tell you?"

"No" was the short reply. After a moment of silence it was Ken's turn to sigh. "Oh Miyako." He reached out and grabbed (gently) both her arms and held them as he examined the short, vertical scars marring the pale perfection of each one.

"Ken, I..."

"Let me be your friend Miyako. Please. I just want to help you. You will get better. You helped me so much. Now let me help you. I'm sorry Miyako."

"Ken I'll try. I don't know how much of a friend I can be right now to anyone. Now, please Ken, just go." She held back fresh tears suddenly she didn't feel like seeing him, especially when she was crying.

"Okay Miyako. But I will come back."

"Tears slowly fell as she watched his retreating back. Miyako looked away. She didn't want his pity. Ken I want you to love me not befriend me out of guilt and pity. Miyako's illness obscured her understanding of the friendship offered.

Miyako, Know that I love you. I half lied when I said I wanted to be your friend because I want so much more. But I understand that with you any relationship is worth it. I understand that you need a friend. Ken promised not to 'push' his love on her.