Dreams can come true

Disclaimer: Here is another part... Hope you enjoy it... I almost forgot: Digimon isn't mine. I just play with the characters ~_~

Dreams can come true

Taichi's (Pov)

I don't know what I thought would happen when I phoned him. I hoped that he would pick up and say that everything was back to normal. But it was like I feared.. He didn't pick up and I don't even know if he would come and meet me. I know that he must have heard the massage 'cause if his dad would hear it I'm positive that he would have called my parents and that he would have asked them what is going on. Not that my parents or my sister even knew what is going on. The have no idea what is happening to me and Yama. But that's the way of life... Now I'm sitting here in the park. I know that Yama knows where I'm waiting for him 'cause this is the bench we meet every time when we're going to the park. I looked at my watch: 9.15pm. Don't think that he's going to come... But this is Yama we are talking about. The keeper of Friendship. I know him too well. He is going to come. One thing I learned in the years I spend with him is that he has a sense of duty and besides he knows me too. I can and I will sit here all night if I must. I told my parents that I'm spending the night at Yama's. I wish I could spend the night with him... What am I going to do when he's not coming? I don't know if I could ever look at him without feeling guilty. I'm the one that ruined our friendship... Don't think thoughts like that when you're not sure, maybe he is going to come. I looked at my watch again: 9.21pm. He's not coming. What shall I do? He's not coming. I don't want to loose him. He's not coming. I need him. He's not coming. Five more minutes and I'm going to cry. I can't even remember the last time I cried. I looked around. Finally I watched the way from which my Yama should come. There is someone walking. Maybe Yama? I can't make it out. It's too far away. He's coming to see me. The person is approaching me. It's still so far to make something out clearly. But maybe he is it. Wait! That's not my Yama. This person has black hair. The man walked away. I think that my heart is shattered into pieces. I put my head in my hands and looked at the ground between my feet. He is really not coming. How could I have been so blind... I'm sure that he must hate me... Otherwise he would come....

AN: That was pretty short. Sorry but I have so much schoolwork to do. I'm going to write math-exam on Tuesday and a Latin-test on Thursday. Please R&R