It was a stormy night; the leaves blew wildly around Central Park. Matt looked around, his eyes filled with hope, longing, pain, sadness, and fear. He was lost and he didn't even know who or where he was anymore. He had nothing but his guitar and a beat up notebook to call his own, but he no longer cared. All he wanted was Mimi, but he didn't even know where to look for her.

His heart sank in misery. 'Why did I come out here?' He thought sadly to himself, 'How will I find her?' He felt the tears filling his eyes and he angrily wiped them away. The emptiness in his heart was eating away at him. He could see homeless people sleeping and benches, covered in old thrown out newspapers. He didn't understand how Mimi could live in a place of such cruelty.  He kept walking, shuffling his feet against the cracked sidewalk, almost falling face first a few times before he turned, looking to a small shop. The window was glowing with the soft mellow light from the hanging lamps above and he suddenly felt his heart wrench. He saw Mimi, her pink hair curling up slightly upon her shoulders as she held a small bag in her hand. She seemed sad, and he wanted to run in there, but something held him back. She began walking toward him, not seeing him as she opened the shop door and walked out.

"M....Mimi" He stammered, his legs shaking in rhythm with the rest of his body.

She slowly turned, her eyes lighting up as she saw him, "MATT!!" She squealed happily and ran over, hugging him tightly, "What are you doing here?"

He only gazed at her, handing her the notebook with trembling hands, "I...I finally wrote your song..."

"Matt... I don't understand..." She looked at him in confusion, slowly taking the notebook from him.

"It's the song… That I was writing when we were little... I finally finished it for you... I'm sorry it took me so long."

She smiled her cute little smile and suddenly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, "Yamato Ishida… you flew all the way here from Japan, wandering around Central park... trying to find me to give me a song that you have been writing for me since we were children." She kissed his cheek gently and he blushed lightly, his eyes widening slightly.

"Y…yes I did" He stammered, not sure as to what he was supposed to do in this situation. His mind had gone off the minute he saw her and he was tongue-tied.

"Well then," She giggled, "I guess you'll have to sing it for me"

He looked bewildered from her words, "What?"

"You did promise to sing it for me when you were done did you not?"

"Well Yeah but…" He shifted his eyes nervously, "Here?"

"Of course."

"Mims… I…. I can't. Not here at least"

"Why not?" She raised a brow

"I…." He paused, looking deeply into her chestnut brown eyes that twinkled from the pale glow of the shop they stood in front of. Why did he always loose his nerve around her?

He could always recall watching her from afar in the Digital World. Much too shy to tell her how he really felt. Every time he had the chance, he would blow it. Just like he was doing now. There she was, waiting to hear him recite the words that it had taken him so long to place on paper. His heart was being tormented and teased, positive of what it wanted, but to afraid to act out.

He gulped and looked to her, moving close to her. She giggled and looked at him as he took her hand in his, his guitar strapped to his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around her small waist and pulled her extremely close to him.

"Mims…I…." He blushed

"You what?" She seemed to purr anxiously, as though she had been waiting for the moment her entire life.

"I…will sing your song too you later" He spat out and mentally slapped himself for wussing out again.

She frowned and sighed, "Alright Yama…Come on..." She moved away, dropping his hand, "Let's go back to my house"

He nodded sadly and followed, wishing he could just tell her how he felt.