Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. Although I have just bought 7 digimon
plushies for my birthday *cackles gleefully* .
This fic is (I hope)) gonna be a short collection of fluff. All taito ((maybe) and , well, we'll see. I don't know how it's gonna end, and all the fics are NOT in order. Please don't get confused! ^^
Onto the fic!
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_Yamato's POV_
Before I had met him, life was simple and uncomplicated. Black was black, white was white; day was day and night was night. In the cold emptiness of space, the moon spun endless circles around the earth, while the earth did the same with the sun. That was the way things were. The same thing, day in day out. That was the sky I saw, day and night. That was my life.
But, like a sudden shooting star, his accidental entry in my life broke through all the quietness, and the sun and moon and stars just faded into unimportantness. In his seemingly brainless ranting, I found all the beauty in the world. He made everything so complex. Once, during one of our conversations, he told me that the gray that exists between black and white was the most mysterious, beautiful color. He told me of a fairytale where the moon chased after what she had never seen, while the earth danced around the sun with joy. He lit up the infinite darkness of space with millions of tiny stars that I had never bothered noticing before. And he lit up MY life with his laughter.
Yagami Taichi.
Love of my life. And a hundred lifetimes after.
I miss him so much it hurts. I didn't ever think it could be possible to be aware of emptiness for so long. Not a second passes which doesn't have a thought of him etched in my memories. Every little thing I see reminds me of him: the sun. The moon, flowers, goggles, footballs, or just the way the sky looked with clouds in it.
I remember the things we did together, with a melancholic sigh. Looking out the window at the virgin snow that has just fallen crisply on the dark ground, I can almost hear him again—his laughter, see his smile. Slowly, I reach out, and catch a fluffy snowflake. Closing my fist around it, another great sigh overwhelms me. I remember that it was snowing when we met, how I loved him, how I felt when he said he loved me, and how he left. Tears and memories threaten to engulf me as I try a weary smile. The snow falls silently and soon covers the outside world. I sigh again and look at the melted snowflake in my palm.
"Tai…"
This fic is (I hope)) gonna be a short collection of fluff. All taito ((maybe) and , well, we'll see. I don't know how it's gonna end, and all the fics are NOT in order. Please don't get confused! ^^
Onto the fic!
**
_Yamato's POV_
Before I had met him, life was simple and uncomplicated. Black was black, white was white; day was day and night was night. In the cold emptiness of space, the moon spun endless circles around the earth, while the earth did the same with the sun. That was the way things were. The same thing, day in day out. That was the sky I saw, day and night. That was my life.
But, like a sudden shooting star, his accidental entry in my life broke through all the quietness, and the sun and moon and stars just faded into unimportantness. In his seemingly brainless ranting, I found all the beauty in the world. He made everything so complex. Once, during one of our conversations, he told me that the gray that exists between black and white was the most mysterious, beautiful color. He told me of a fairytale where the moon chased after what she had never seen, while the earth danced around the sun with joy. He lit up the infinite darkness of space with millions of tiny stars that I had never bothered noticing before. And he lit up MY life with his laughter.
Yagami Taichi.
Love of my life. And a hundred lifetimes after.
I miss him so much it hurts. I didn't ever think it could be possible to be aware of emptiness for so long. Not a second passes which doesn't have a thought of him etched in my memories. Every little thing I see reminds me of him: the sun. The moon, flowers, goggles, footballs, or just the way the sky looked with clouds in it.
I remember the things we did together, with a melancholic sigh. Looking out the window at the virgin snow that has just fallen crisply on the dark ground, I can almost hear him again—his laughter, see his smile. Slowly, I reach out, and catch a fluffy snowflake. Closing my fist around it, another great sigh overwhelms me. I remember that it was snowing when we met, how I loved him, how I felt when he said he loved me, and how he left. Tears and memories threaten to engulf me as I try a weary smile. The snow falls silently and soon covers the outside world. I sigh again and look at the melted snowflake in my palm.
"Tai…"