Epilogue
From that point on things were never the same...yet...I have never felt a point in my life where things seemed so normal. Ever since they disappeared, it just seemed as if they were never there in the first place. Rena and I never really could find it in ourselves to bring everything up again...every laugh...every tear...every ounce of fear...every kiss. It was the total opposite, it still bothers me that we went to our schools the next day---and by the way, I left my own school and went to live in the same city in America as Rena...just so I wouldn't lose everything I had gained during this experience. That first day of school never before had so many words had been spoken in those rambunctious halls and heard so little of it...I seemed to be someplace else, lost---deep in my thoughts---too much had happened to me...I wasn't very sure if I was going to be able to take it. It wasn't until the next couple days that things seemed to be a long muffled routine that I continued to do for a perpetual eternity. I could never really hear anything anymore...not really talk or communicate with anything. I mean...don't get me wrong...I tried, but it wouldn't. Every tone I would hear managed to uncannily remind of Cybermon, whether it was the angry roar of an impatient professor that reminded me of his short temper...or the quiet soothing echo of words and speech from a mother rocking her child her in her arms that reminded me of Cybermon that day we talked under that tree in the beginning of or journey. It really didn't bother me that I was leaving all of my friends in Tokyo, they seemed meaningless to me after my friendship with Cybermon. Rena was the only thing I cared for...they only thing I had left...hardly any time had passed since our adventure started so I never even called my parents for a few days after it all ended...I had never really felt so guilty in my life. It seemed sometimes that weeks would pass that I wouldn't even think of talking to them...but that was before all of this had started...it seemed simpler before but it felt so strange feeling everything I felt...everything I did without even seeing how they were doing afterwards, yet I just could not bring myself to the phone. When Cybermon and Darkrenamon disappeared, while I was holding Rena's head on my shoulder to cry on, I thought that a few good tears would make it all go away---I can't even really describe that feeling to this day...the only analogy I could make to it is when a newborn's umbilical cord is clipped off after he is released from the depths of the womb. I think so because a child spends nine months inside a womb...building thoughts and new concepts inside and once that umbilical cord is snipped off...it seems like it happens too fast and all you can do is cry out of your confusion. That is what I had with them---that is what I felt, secure, safe, yet also like a newborn...being cut off from that cord changes your life forever. But that was only the first weeks and after that it seemed like we sort of forgot about them...everything about them...or perhaps we just wanted---maybe needed to forget...we needed to get them out of our thoughts and soul and move on with ourselves and with our lives. Pretty soon things were as they were before we met them----and I am starting to catch myself saying 'them or they' a lot...its only because I can say their names only so many times before I cry and have that feeling again. I could hear people again and let myself go forward with everything...I was no longer that child I was when I held the DTV in my hand almost 3 years ago...I have changed...my crisis changed...and I would love to think it was all due to them. But one thing is to be understood---even though our lives changed and we moved on doesn't necessarily mean we liked everything...how could we. Most of the time things were dull...quieter now. Its pretty strange to me how before I received that strange email that I loved the quiet...I loved having my own dorm because I hated noise and people...yet now I wish things were louder...loud enough to block the things forming in my mind---to stop those memories I had back then and to just stop missing them, but I know as well as Rena that things aren't going to be 'exactly' the same...never. Being a tamer taught me many things but only few I still keep with me...the rest remain in the depths of my thoughts...my forbidden memories. Some may ask if I think being a tamer destroyed me more then helped me...but I would laugh in their face...if I could find enough energy to laugh anymore...because going through that long tube that led me into the uncharted frontier only few humans get to enjoy satisfied me...but if you asked me if the digimon disappearing and leaving us virtually forever helped me more then hurt me I would be telling a downright lie if I said yes. I feel incomplete without them and their are so many things that were left unanswered to me that only they could tell me...the truth is after that day I would never see them again and from that point on there was really nothing to remind me about anything that actually did happen. I wouldn't talk about it...Rena wouldn't talk about it...so what was the point in ruining this silence. Except one time this silence was broken...not by us....but by the fate that led us together...their was one incident that was never quite mentioned because it seemed so disturbing to talk about it before...lets just say you can get the tamer out of the digital world...but you can't keep the digital world away from the tamer....
It seems so strange to talk about it again...but it must be heard for everything to be complete...said...done. Their was one more incident that seemed to send a chill down our spines...a reminder that the digital world should not ever be forgotten. This is the final chapter of our tale that may but anyone who reads it at rest on what happened those awkward 2 human minutes in the digital world...