Ok, so I decided, screw the five reviews, I'd post this and make people want more. Here it is. Chapter two. THIS time I really want five before the next one. I'll count the on I have as one of the five too.
Bold
is flash backs
Italic
is thoughts
And I do NOT own digimon, or I would have made
Matt end up with Mimi.
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All
your fault...
Her boots
clicked lightly as she walked through the whitewashed halls of the
hospital, headed toward the room the lady at the front desk had told
her was Matt's.
All
your fault...
The
words echoed through her mind as she walked the corridors, searching
for the appropriate number.
One-o-one...
All...
One-o-two...
Your...
One-o-three..
Fault...
One-o-four.
She
had reached the door, and her footsteps ceased, taking the haunting
chant with them.
But the cessation of the chanting merely brought
the thoughts of the incident to her.
If it wasn't
for you, he wouldn't even have been there.
"How was I
supposed to know?"
If you hadn't taken a taxi to meet him,
that taxi wouldn't have hit him.
"But I...
If you had just
stayed out of his life, this never would have happened. But NO, you
had to meet with him, talk of old times, hoping to make new
ones.
"Shut up."
Shut
up, she told her brain, but she had halted, her hand nearing the
knob. What WAS she doing here? Matt had made it plain to her four
years ago that he wanted nothing to do with her, but still, last week
she had called him up and they had made plans.
Thinking back on
it, she wasn't sure which startled her more, her taking the
initiative and calling him, or him saying yes to meeting her after
all the years that had passed.
The hand that had hovered over the
doorknob began to retreat toward her again.
'I
can't do this to him...'
Suddenly,
the door flew inward and a startled nurse nearly walked into Mimi.
The young lady's hat fell to the floor, and Mimi bent to pick it up,
her hesitation of entering the room now masked by an apologetic
smile.
"Oh, excuse me," She apologized, handing the
woman back her paper hospital hat, and promptly grabbing the door
handle and propelling herself in.
The solid sound of the door
clicking as she closed it behind her made her sigh with relief. At
least the nurse hadn't got mad and kicked her out, though Mimi
suspected she had better things to do than deal with one fidgety
twenty year old girl.
A beeping noise she hadn't noticed
before caught her attention, and she looked over to find Matt all
attached to about four machines by hoses, wires and trails, and she
felt a pang in her heart for him.
What was it that had caused
her to call him up in the first place? What was it she thought she
would gain by calling him up and dragging up painful memories of
their lost love? She shook her head to clear it.
No, she would
wait till he got better, and then disappear from his life again, as
he wanted.
A light moan issued from his pale lips, and Mimi
felt her eyes well up with tears. This had happened to him because of
her, and there was nothing she could do to fix it.
Still.. Her
eyes roved about the room, taking it's bleak atmosphere.
I
assume it's for hygienic purposes, but it's so ...bland.
Visions
of flowers and cards danced in her eyes, but she knew that would not
be the case. Matt really wasn't too big on the sentimental stuff, and
she didn't know if she SHOULD bring him flowers.
I
can't believe you, you practically killed him, and you want to bring
flowers?
'Well,
it's all I can do for him.'
She
slowly walked over of the side of his bed, her boots clicking on the
white floor.
All...
"Oh, Matt, I wish you
could understand. I never wanted anything to happen to you. All I
wanted was another chance to be the friend I never was." She
whispered lightly as she approached the bed with another
step.
Your...
She
sighed deeply, her hand now resting delicately on the metal bed rail
on his right side. "Matt... I... I'm sorry..." Her hand
dropped from the rail to rest on her thigh.
She took one step
closer,
Fault...
now resting against the rail and the
side of the bed, which pressed into her stomach as she leaned over
slightly.
"Yamato, Please forgive me." She leant
even further over, and let her lips brush against his cheek, one of
her tears spilling over and trailing down her cheek to her chin where
it sat for a few seconds before falling and landing on the pillow
next to the blonde's head.
And then... His eyes fluttered
open, and he looked directly at her, his icy blue eyes meeting her
golden amber ones, and a sound that made her eyes dance with wonder
and her heart about to burst.
"Mimi?"
