Disclaimer:
I do not own Digimon.
Author's Note:
This will be a short chapter discussing life without Davis. Though not many people asked for it, I have decided to conjure this chapter with all my skill and knowledge. Yes, this is a first person story seen through the mind of Kari. I hope you will enjoy it!
HATRED'S SACRIFICE
Chapter Five: Epilogue
By: UNKNOWN
It's been seven years since Davis had sacrificed himself to save me. I can still picture his face when he was young, when we used to go together to the Digital World. He was arrogant, quick- tempered, and a little goofy. But no one saw his other side as I did. Deep down inside, he was really a caring boy who would do anything to help his friends. Just like how he had taken the blast from Mattermon's missiles to save me, I'm sure that he would do the same for the others too.
When I sit on my sofa at home and am at peace, I still think about him. Through seven years, my regret of that day still lingers. We betrayed him as friends by talking about him behind his back. Though he may have heard us, he didn't give up on our friendship.
I still remember his funeral well. After his corpse was taken to a local cemetery, his parents quickly arranged the funeral. We were all there: Tai, Matt, Sora, Izzy, Mimi, Joe, T.K., Kari, Yolei, Cody, and Ken. A lot of his friends were at the funeral as well, paying their respects to a lost friend. Jun was at loss; she couldn't even speak. Not to her parents, and not even to Matt. His parents were grief stricken; they couldn't bear the terrible news. They sobbed throughout the entire memorial service, only stopping to talk to the people who tried to comfort them.
On my desk, sits a picture Davis and I took a few days before he went off to his journey in the Digital World. Sometimes I can stare at it for hours and not get tired. Everyone else seems to be over his death…but I'm not. He was a digidestined, and his death shouldn't have been so easily thrown off. He helped Ken get accepted into the group and had saved us all from the dreams of Malomyotismon. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be where we were now.
Once in a while, I visit his grave. I don't know why, but I get a feeling inside of me every time I go. A feeling that seems to blossom within me, and fills me with courage. It's…strange. I knew he had a crush on me before, but I didn't know that he would have ended his life in order to let me continue mine. I talk to him during my visits, just for old time's sake. Even though he doesn't answer, and never will, I feel happier, my spirits lifted.
The digidestined bring him up once in a while, but never for very long. Everyone has gone his or her own ways, leaving Ken and I still living in Odaiba. Ken comes over to visit once in a while. Not for affection, but as a friend. I'm glad that Davis had convinced Ken to join the group- otherwise I wouldn't have such a nice friend to watch over me.
His name seldom brings up respect. Instead, more humor is heard in the tones of those who speak of him.
With deep regret, I know that I must push Davis out of my heart. I cannot wallow over him for the rest of my life. He made a choice so that my life could go on, and I must not waste it. When I sit on my bed and look out at the evening stars, I can still hear his voice whispering…
Okay, I'm not too sure about this chapter. Very short and confusing but please review and tell me what you thought! Be lenient, for this is my first first person story. If you have the time, please read my other story also, and don't forget to review that one and this one!