A/N: ORIGINALLY a songfic to"You're Gone" by Something Corporate. However, I had to get rid of the lyrics due to new policy. ( This new AN posted April 27, 2005).

I'm a fan of Yamato, so if he seems like a jerk in this story, it's not because I don't like him. The song just would work so well with what I was thinking of, I couldn't pass it up.

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon.

You're Gone

By BlackSpark

A teenaged girl looked outside, her eyes looking nervous. Where is he? He said he'd be here. She sighed, her eyes looking down at a pot of flowers. He says a lot of things. You think I'd know by now not to always believe him. She walked around the store she was in, empty only with the exception of her. And still I always run back to him.

The door opened, as a young blond haired man stepped in. The girl smiled, as she went over and hugged him. "I missed you, Yamato." She murmured, as the boy, Yamato, kissed her on her forehead. "I missed you, too." He replied, as the two pulled apart.

The girl's eyes gleamed with happiness, as her smile grew. "We're still on for Friday, right?"

Yamato winced, drawing in a breath. "Well…Sora, there's kind of a problem."

"A problem?" The girl asked, as her smile slowly turned into a frown. "What kind of problem?" Yamato looked away, unable to look her in the eye. She stepped closer to him, giving him a warning glance. "Yamato?"

He sighed, looking up. "We were scheduling concerts for our tour, and I kind of forgot about our plans…"

"You forgot?" Sora's eyes gleamed with both anger and disbelief. "Yamato, how could you forget? I reminded you-"

"A hundred times, I know." The blond replied, running his fingers through his blond hair. His voice sounded tired, as if he'd been through this time and time before. "I'm sorry; can we just plan it for some other day?"

Sora rubbed her forehead, evidently sick of the conversation. "It's our anniversary, Yamato. It's kind of hard to reschedule that." She looked back up, glaring at him. "Oh wait, never mind. It's IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Sora, come on, don't be like this, it was an honest mistake-"

"Oh, so forgetting our anniversary's an honest mistake?" Sora shot back, voice raised a volume. "How many times have you done something like this before?"

"Sora-"

"No, forget it!" She shouted, running out of the store, not letting him see her eyes fill up with tears. She ran to her house, trying hard not to cry. No one else was home, and she locked herself in her room, as the tears finally fell from her eyes.

Sora buried her face in her pillow, sniffing as she put on her favorite CD. How could he forget like that? He never used to be like this. She lifted her head up, glancing at the pictures of them on her desk. Both of them looked so happy, smiling at the camera as the picture was taken. Just when she was done crying, her phone rang.

Groaning, she covered her face with her pillow, trying to ignore the sound. Finally, the answering machine picked up. If it's him, I'll-

But it wasn't him.

"Hey Sora, it's Mimi, just wanted to tell you I'm back here for a visit and-"

Sora snatched up the phone, informing her friend that she was there.

"Sora, what's wrong? You sound so upset."

Bursting into tears, the red-haired girl told her friend the whole story, stopping every now and then to try and collect herself. When she was done, her eyes were sore from all the crying, as Mimi began to reply.

"Oh my God, I can't believe he did that!" Her voice screeched from the other end. "I really miss you, meet me at that restaurant we always went to when we were kids, all right?"

Sora nodded, then realized Mimi couldn't see her. "Y-yeah, I'll be there." She stuttered out, sniffing some more. "I miss you too."

She could picture her friend smiling at the other end. "OK, see you there!"

"See you." Sora said, dully, hanging up the receiver.

Sora walked to the restaurant, more calm than she was moments before. However, she was still grateful she hadn't run into Yamato…not in person, anyway. Just when she was walking into the restaurant, a big poster caught her eye.

Her eyes watered as she scanned the words. On it was a picture of Yamato and his band, giving out information about the concert. Looking away, she walked quickly inside, eager to escape from the sight in front of her.

Mimi spotted her, giving her a hug as she walked in. "Are you all right?" She asked, sounding concerned.

Sora nodded, looking down. "I think so."

The two friends sat down at a table, remaining quiet for a moment. Then, Mimi spoke up. "All right. Talk."

"About what?"

Mimi rolled her eyes, sighing. "Duh. About Yamato."

Sora bit her lip. "Mimi-"

"Trust me. It'll make you feel better."

The redhead sighed, knowing she'd never win the argument. "Well, it's like ever since Yamato and his band got popular in other places, we're not as close as we used to be. Like I always come second, or I'm not important to him."

"Maybe he's just stressed out from everything?" Mimi suggested, sounding a little unsure herself.

Sora thought for a moment. "Maybe, that could be it." Maybe I should give him another chance…maybe he'll start getting used to everything.

The two talked for a bit more, but Mimi brought up the topic again. "Are you gonna try to patch things up with him?"

Sora remained quiet, looking down at the table. Finally, she answered. "Yeah, I think so."

Mimi nodded. "I hope things work out for you two."

"So do I." Sora replied, softly.

Sora watched her boyfriend board his private plane, biting her lip. They had already said their goodbyes, but it didn't seem like enough to her. The blond had to go to the US, part of his tour being held there.

Yamato waved one last time, before he disappeared inside. "Bye!" Sora yelled, knowing in her heart he couldn't hear her. Halfheartedly, she waved at the windows, part of her wondering if he could even see.

She backed up, as the plane took off. She watched it fly off, her eyes losing their spark. There he goes… again.

A dark, brown haired young man put his arm around her. "Hey, don't start going all sappy on me." He joked, also there to see the blond off. Sora laughed, as her friend pulled her into a comforting hug. Maybe it'll be OK after all.

Almost as if reading her mind, he added on something else. "I'm sure he'll think of you."

"Yeah…" she trailed off, feeling like she had a heavy heart. But why do I doubt it?

Sora snuggled up on her couch with a blanket, watching the TV. Yamato had said he'd call her before his concert, which he said started at 8.

It was 11 now.

How many times has he said he'd do something and ended up forgetting? The redhead thought to herself, closing her eyes. I've lost track by now. She opened her eyes, which suddenly blazed up. Maybe he'll call after his concert!

Sora's mother stuck her head into the room, watching her daughter with sad eyes. "Sora, honey, maybe you should rest."

"I can't, mom." Sora replied. "I'm waiting for Yamato to call."

"I thought you said he'd call you before his concert."

Her daughter hesitated before answering. "He did. But maybe he worded it wrong, or maybe I heard wrong. Maybe he's calling afterwards."

Her mother bit her lip. "Sweetie-"

"Mom, please, just leave me alone." Sora answered back, sounding exhausted.

Her mother studied her carefully, then sighed. "If that's what you want."

Sora looked down as her mother left the room, feeling guilty. No, mom, that's not what I want. I want Yamato to call, I want us to be OK again. She stood up, eyes filled with sadness, talking softly aloud to the empty room. "But we don't always get what we want…wasn't it you that told me that?"

Just as she was getting ready to go to bed, the redhead's phone rang. Sighing, she picked it up.

It was Yamato.

"Hey, sorry I didn't call. I can't talk long but figured I'd call you up anyway."

Sora said nothing at first, taking a deep breath. "Yamato, we need to talk." She answered, finally, closing her eyes for a moment. He didn't reply. "Our relationship isn't what it used to be. We barely talk anymore and you always forget the important stuff."

"Oh really? Like what?" Yamato replied, angrily. "Our anniversary once, but what else?"

"Yamato, what is today?"

He thought for a moment. "Saturday."

"Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of."

"Gee, I don't know, maybe my birthday!" She yelled into the receiver, furious. Again, her boyfriend gave no reply.

He knew he blew it.

"I think we should break up." She said, voice beginning to sound choked with tears. "It's better for the both of us."

"Sora-"

"It's over, Yamato." She said softly, hanging up the phone. She stood in silence for a moment, before collapsing into a fit of tears. I can't believe it's over…She thought , breathing unevenly. I can't believe it's really over…even if I saw it coming all along.

Sora sat at home, watching TV with a group of friends. Her brown haired friend, Taichi, was flipping through the channels, until he stopped at one.

"Hey, it's Yamato's concert."

The others crowded around the TV, watching in silence, as the blond haired teen sang into the microphone to a screaming crowd.

Taichi glanced back at his red-haired friend. "Sora…"

She shook her head, smiling. "It's OK, I'm fine." She glanced back at the screen. "I guess Yamato really does sing about himself after all."

THE END

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