Oh, this is the end! I'm so sad and happy at the same time! Wahh! (cries) My first fanfic, I'm so proud. Thank you to everyone and anyone who reviewed. Reviews are appreciated. Thank you again to all those who read and enjoyed enough to tell me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Chapter 8: (The epilogue) Always Understanding
Dear Yolie,
I always remembered what I said to you. I truly did love trying to understand you everyday. My Yolie, do you know I never called you that? I know you were never mine. It was something else that I understood, that nobody ever owned you. I wouldn't have liked to own you at the price of your freedom. Did you own me? I don't think so. I understand about love Yolie, it is not ownership but understanding. I think we really didn't need promises or anything I still loved you. Sorry I am so mushy, but Yolie, I wouldn't have wanted anything but to be able to see you forever, even if I could never do more than look at you. My last understanding of you was that you really did keep to what you said. You loved me forever. I will love you forever too from first understanding until well there is nothing existing except great loves. I am sorry if this letter is too sappy for your liking, but as I understood it, even though you always said you hated "That kind of thing" you did like to hear it if it was true. Every word, Yolie, I meant every word.
Sincerely
Ken Ichijouji
A tear dropped onto the letter. A thin form dropped to the ground beside a grave, kissed the headstone. The figure was thin but unbent by time. Her faded lavender-gray hair blew in front of her face and was pushed away. The letter, found attached to the will was clutched in her hand, as her lifeline. More tears dripped down the wrinkled face.
"Oh, Ken..." the voice was soft but heavy with a private pain.
"I'm not ready Ken, not ready for you to be gone." She read his gravestone again, and again, trying to understand why after years of happiness there was an end. She was conflicted because she never really believed in a heaven, exactly, and neither did he. She believed in souls because of him, only for m=him, that their love was not so hollow as attraction and electricity in nerve cells. But she just didn't know... Was he gone from her forever? lost?
"Does nothing last forever? Am I never going to fell you next to me again?"
"No Ken, I won't let you. Baka, you better be somewhere I can find you, when I'm gone too." She sniffed and then sobbed anew.
"My soul will find yours Ken, waiting, ne?"
She read the letter.
"Ken?" she read his gravestone.
"Understand?" it sounded like a plea.
THE END From first understanding to last
I'll love you
From when you want to die
Until you live again
I'll save you or stand by you
From the first time that I saw your heart
To when I saw it break
I hid
But no more.
I only have a soul because I love you.
I'll love you if there is anything still existing.
From first understanding to last
I'll cherish everything between
I'll love you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Chapter 8: (The epilogue) Always Understanding
Dear Yolie,
I always remembered what I said to you. I truly did love trying to understand you everyday. My Yolie, do you know I never called you that? I know you were never mine. It was something else that I understood, that nobody ever owned you. I wouldn't have liked to own you at the price of your freedom. Did you own me? I don't think so. I understand about love Yolie, it is not ownership but understanding. I think we really didn't need promises or anything I still loved you. Sorry I am so mushy, but Yolie, I wouldn't have wanted anything but to be able to see you forever, even if I could never do more than look at you. My last understanding of you was that you really did keep to what you said. You loved me forever. I will love you forever too from first understanding until well there is nothing existing except great loves. I am sorry if this letter is too sappy for your liking, but as I understood it, even though you always said you hated "That kind of thing" you did like to hear it if it was true. Every word, Yolie, I meant every word.
Sincerely
Ken Ichijouji
A tear dropped onto the letter. A thin form dropped to the ground beside a grave, kissed the headstone. The figure was thin but unbent by time. Her faded lavender-gray hair blew in front of her face and was pushed away. The letter, found attached to the will was clutched in her hand, as her lifeline. More tears dripped down the wrinkled face.
"Oh, Ken..." the voice was soft but heavy with a private pain.
"I'm not ready Ken, not ready for you to be gone." She read his gravestone again, and again, trying to understand why after years of happiness there was an end. She was conflicted because she never really believed in a heaven, exactly, and neither did he. She believed in souls because of him, only for m=him, that their love was not so hollow as attraction and electricity in nerve cells. But she just didn't know... Was he gone from her forever? lost?
"Does nothing last forever? Am I never going to fell you next to me again?"
"No Ken, I won't let you. Baka, you better be somewhere I can find you, when I'm gone too." She sniffed and then sobbed anew.
"My soul will find yours Ken, waiting, ne?"
She read the letter.
"Ken?" she read his gravestone.
"Understand?" it sounded like a plea.
THE END From first understanding to last
I'll love you
From when you want to die
Until you live again
I'll save you or stand by you
From the first time that I saw your heart
To when I saw it break
I hid
But no more.
I only have a soul because I love you.
I'll love you if there is anything still existing.
From first understanding to last
I'll cherish everything between
I'll love you.
