Digimon does not belong to me.

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I chose this

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A tall woman in her late twenties walked threw the quiet cemetery as the wind blew her long hair around her. In her hand, a long rose with small white flowers.

"Sora," A low voice said behind her quietly, "fancy meeting you here."

The woman turned to face the man behind her, "Takeru, it's been a while hasn't it?" She smiled serenely at the blonde haired.

"Call me TK, like you used to." He walked up to the gravestone with an unreadable expression on his face.

+Sora's POV+

"How's Kari doing?" I asked laying the bouquet on the ground beside the stone; "do you have a baby yet?"

"A little baby girl, we got her a month ago. Kari's at home if you want to see her." He looked at me hopefully.

"Sorry Takeru, I'm busy today. I have to go somewhere after my visit, maybe some other time." I forced a smile at him.

"Okay, wait Sora there's something I have to give you." He handed me crumbled piece of paper.

My eyes widened when I saw a picture of the three of us smiling when we were younger. The day I went away.

"He kept it with him all the time. He liked you since the day he met you, I thought you should know that." He turned and walked away leaving me behind. After Takeru walked away I turned back to the tombstone.

"Yamato, how are you doing up there?" I kneeled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

The wind blew almost heavily and I shivered, cold. It reminded me of his eyes when I saw him for the first time. When our gangs ended up fighting. I looked at the picture smiling.

"Remember the first time we met? It was in a parking lot wasn't it? I saved Takeru and got my arm scratched. Then you bought me ointment and then we went to get some food." I smiled.

I stayed there for a while until it got dark, talking as if he could here me.

"I've got to go now; I'll see you in another month." I got up and put my hands in my pockets breathing out into the winter air.

I waited for the pedestrian to start flashing and when it did I started to cross the street. A screeching of tires stopped me in my tracks though. Before I knew what was happening I was on the street ground zooming in and out of consciousness.

+A few days later+

+Normal POV+

The doctor removed his white gloves with a look of sadness on his face. He looked at the pale redhead and a tear escaped his eye. He shook his head and covered the peaceful woman's face with a piece of white cloth.

"Rest in peace." He whispered as he watched her get wheeled out of the light green room and walked out to tell her family the news.

+Ken's POV+

I waited in the guestroom pacing back and forth; hoping my cousin had lived threw the accident. The day after the accident, we had found out there was a lot of internal bleeding going on. After the incident 13 years ago, Sora and I grew apart, but she was still my favorite cousin and I didn't want her to die.

"Mr. Ichijouji?" He shook his head and I paled, "I'm sorry, but there was too much bleeding." I fell to the ground and the tears started to flood out of my eyes. A few days later we held a ceremony for Sora, a lot of people came, and my cousin was pretty popular at work.

I also saw a few of the gang members; Kari was with that one guy's brother. They made a nice couple actually.

"Hikari, how's it going? It's been a while hasn't it?" I asked turning my head up to see Tai.

She smiled holding her baby and nodded, "you're going to have to visit us sometime." I looked at her husband and frowned.

"Hello." I said icily and he returned my glare. Because of his brother my brother was dead, and now I lost another person close to my heart.

"Well, I better be going." I said and stepped out of the stuffy chapel. I drove to her apartment and got ready to throw away her possessions or give them to Goodwill.

I looked at her desk where a crimson diary was placed proudly in the middle.

Carefully, I picked it up and looked up the last entry, which was a month before.

Dear Diary,

I'm on the verge of insanity; I just came back from visiting Yamato. I wonder what we would be if he was still alive. Would we be married or would we be with someone else? I wonder. Even if he proposed I'm sure Ken would have gone against it. I know he still hates him for killing Sam when we were younger. I miss him so much; I want to see him right now. I wish I could, actually there is a way. I'm sure Ken would hate me if I did, but maybe I'll kill myself after I visit Yamato next month. Yeah that's what I'll do.

If anyone read this entry, I just want to tell you, I chose this.

I looked in shock at the diary; she was going to kill herself anyways?

"I guess she got lucky. She didn't have to kill herself; someone else did it for her." I smiled sadly at the last line.

'I chose this....'

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How was it? My very first fanfic on FF.net. well read and review!

+SuniD+