DigiFreak103
DF103: Do you get that feeling of nostalgia, when you hear an old song that you used to listen to constantly? I took some of the CDs I forgot about and started listening to them. I came across StainD's "Break The Cycle" CD. This CD made me feel bad cause I remembered everything that happened the first 4 months of last year (when I started 9th grade) because I wouldn't stop listening to that CD around then. Strange thing huh? That's the time when I wrote all those depressing things e.g. "For You," "Angel's Second Chance," and all of my Jenrukis. o.o;; yeah.just so I don't rant anymore than I usually do.long explanation short.I miss writing depressing things.(as weird as that sounds) even though I do enough of that with my original fics. - -;; I dun own Digimon...A way of relieving my inner thoughts...here's Words Can't Express Anything Anymore, inspired by Epiphany by StainD.
"Rain. It falls from the endless sky, making its way to the grateful ground, grateful for everything it's receiving from the droplets. It started raining when I came to see you; it made a slow, rhythmic, pattering sound on my umbrella. Rain can take the lonely effect of a person. It's funny because that's exactly how I feel, lonely. Ironic, isn't it? And then you would've just said, 'No, just stupid,' and laugh."
I smiled, but I felt my eyes sadden once again. "Everyone misses you, you know. But, out of everyone, Renamon and I miss you the most. Please come back." The rain poured as I stood there.
I held your picture in my hand. I glanced at it. "Prom night was great, wasn't it? It was one of the few times I saw you with your hair down, and in a dress, for that matter. It was your first year at prom, and it was my second, my last year." I put the picture in my jacket pocket. "I keep that picture with me all the time. It's very special to me."
I sighed. "No one can ever fill that hole in my heart anymore." My brown hair swayed to one side, as a bitter wind blew. I tried to visualize your face, but it's been long since I've last seen you in person. I tried hearing your voice in the back of my mind, but all I could hear were your mother's sobs.
"It was a tragic day for all of us, you leaving. They said you fought to your last breath, and I can believe that. I don't know how many times the others have come to visit you, but I hope you're not as lonely as I am." I kneeled down, and threw my umbrella aside, letting the cold rain hit me. They felt like tiny needles, piercing through my skin, as each droplet fell.
In my other hand, I held a bouquet of flowers, which now had beads of water on the petals. "I brought these for you. I know you don't like flowers all that much, but I hope you'll accept these." I smiled again. "I want you to know that I wanted us to be more than friends, more than best friends."
"Rika, words can't express my affection for you. I've always wanted to tell you that. Always. I never really had the chance, you know? I thought that if I said anything, our friendship would be over, afraid that you'll never talk to me."
I tried to hold back my tears that have once come out before, a long while back. "After I got the call from Takato saying you were in a car accident, my heart skipped a few beats, worried about your well-being. When I heard you were in critical condition, I dropped the phone." I couldn't hold it in any longer. There was no reason to hide my tears, when the rain fell anyway. My azure eyes were truly the sea of tears.
I regained a little bit of my composure. "When I got to the hospital, I looked for your room. I saw Henry, and everyone else, in one of the waiting rooms. Takato comforted Jeri as she wept, with your mom and your grandma. I didn't want to believe it, until Henry told me these exact words. 'She's gone, Ryo.' My bulletproof heart shattered, hearing those words." I wiped away the tears.
"Words can't express anything anymore, but the regret I feel for not speaking up. I would go back in time, and put myself in your place, just so you could live another day. I just want you to know that." I put the flowers in front of your gravestone. I traced my fingers on the stone, and weakly smiled. Getting my twenty year-old self up, I grabbed my umbrella and left it with you. A feeling of nostalgia overcame me, as I turned around and headed back to my car. "You'll always be a part of me," I whispered, taking a fleeting look back at your headstone, before getting in the car.
DF103: Okay, I'm satisfied.though it does have vague details.but oh well.now back to writing my other fics. Heheh. Review, if you can. Feedback is appreciated.