Author's note: This is the last part of Decisions. Wow, I can't believe I finished it! I'm kinda proud of that! ^_^
I'm sorry that even this chapter is short! But that's all I felt fitted!
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Decisions
Chapter 3: Davis' Decision
I am lying in bed, gazing at the full moon, partially shadowed by passing strips of gray clouds. Kari and Yolei left soon after our, …um, conversation.
I am scared, so very scared about Davis, about the impact this has had and will have on him. As I keep thinking about him- the only thing I seem to be able to do- I feel myself becoming more and more worried. I know Davis and although I know he is strong, sometimes the strongest of people… The image forming in my mind is not a pretty sight. But no, I won't let myself think about that. 'Everything will be fine,' Kari said . And Yolei was agreeing with her. They know Davis too, so perhaps…perhaps he'll be alright.
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To my great surprise, I actually managed to sleep for two hours. The dim December morning light woke me up.
I get dressed and go for a walk. As I step outside of the building, I become aware of the Christmas decorations on the streets and they take me by surprise- I nearly forgot it's that time of the year! Though sharing gifts isn't exactly the first thing on my mind.
My feet have brought me only a few meters down the street, yet they instantly cease their movement when my wandering eyes unbelievingly notice…notice…-gulp-Davis.
His eyes are sparkling and are also somehow linked to the my respiratory center, as the cold air I have just inhaled remains in my lungs. Davis is merely staying there, as if frozen, and makes no movement what so ever. We only stare at each other, allowing time to roll its precious seconds by us. Not until the air inside me insistently claims its way out, do I realize that I've been holding my breath. Davis and I keep gazing at each other and for me the world around us simply disappears, as I try to read his expression…But the people I've so conveniently forgotten suddenly become important, because their movement hides Davis from my sight. I frown and make my way through the passer-byes, only to find myself nearly colliding into Davis.
"Ken! Um, hi!?"
"H-hi…"
Davis looks somewhat scared, I think. But why is he here? I steal a quick glance and notice his clenched jaw and his wandering, almost desperate eyes.
Poor Davis…
"Err…" I start, unsure of what to say, "Is there something you would like to tell me?" My voice is a mix - uncertainty, maybe coldness and maybe-hope?
"Yes, I-I--"
The people flow along side us, pushing us to a more isolated place.
"Davis?"
"Yes, well, actually…"
Silence falls and engulfs us. Neither of us say a word. The concrete under my feet seems to have turned into quick sand, and my body just slides in it further and further…
"Davis, if you're trying to tell me you don't want to see me again, I understand. Just --" My voice falters and Davis takes the opportunity to speak.
"I-," he begins, but he stops as suddenly as before.
"What is it?" I ask with concern.
"Honestly?"
I nod despite his weird look.
"Well, for starters, I'm scared half to death."
It is true. I can see him shaking and I try to comfort him.
"Don't be afraid. You are the digidestined of courage, remember?"
"Oh darn. Ken-" he pauses and inhales sharply, looking me straight in the eyes with something that still resembles fear, then continues, almost yelling, "Ken, I love you!"
"Huh?" Though this is not a particularly intelligent thought, it seems the only thing I can articulate.
"I'm in love with you."
The answer is as clear as daylight, but I keep staring at him in surprise, not uttering a single syllable.
"Ken?"
I blink and finally say something.
"Are you sure?" I suppose that is more intelligent…..
"Kinda…" he replies and I can see he is but joking.
"But why?"
'Stupid! You of all people should know what a stupid, pointeless question this is,' my mind nags me and I try to correct myself.
"Or …how? How have you come to that conclusion?"
"You gave me no choice than to realize that," he smirks.
"What do you mean?", I ask in confusion.
"After you had told me what you did, you practically forced me to think about love and about you and me. I spent the last couple of days arguing with myself; even though I had worked out what I feel for you, I wasn't sure what to do. Then last evening, Kari and Yolei came by and helped me sort out my feelings. They said things like 'you are the only who knows what's in your heart' and 'the time has come for you to make a decision' and, well, I made it!" He smiles somewhat coyly and goes on. "So, does this mean that you and I…"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Davis...I love you so much..."
"I know." And with that he moves foward and presses his lips against mine.
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Three years have passed. And now, it's Christmas again. And I don't feel alone anymore. I am no longer empty. I guess...I guess I've made the right decision. Everyone has made the right decisions.
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