Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon.

A/N: Based on the poem I had written which is also entitled "Gone". Also, I'll keep in mind that it's actually spelled "Taichi", though I'll keep it "Taiichi" so that it's consistent with the story.

Mimi's melodic laugh echoed into the phone, which sat in between her right shoulder and right ear. Taiichi occupied the other line. The only times she would laugh so much was when she was with him, and she could not remember any other event in her life when she was as happy as when he was present. He was, she now knew, the love of her life and she did not need anymore bliss than what she received from him.

"Hey, Mimi?" Taiichi had asked.

"Yeah?" answered Mimi, confirming her presence in the conversation.

"I need to tell you something…"

"Go ahead. Tell me." Mimi was oblivious to whatever Taiichi needed to say.

"I-um… I need to see you. I need to tell you in person."

"Oh," she said surprised, "all right. Later tonight?"

Taiichi had agreed, and they decided on meeting at the park at 5:00 that night.

"That had happened just twenty-four hours before now," Mimi thought to herself. She was alone in her room, with the door locked, and blinds closed. Her eyes were swollen and red, from crying so much. She hugged herself under the covers of her bed, surprised by a shiver, whose source was unknown. Amidst the silence echoing from her walls was her sniffling and hiccupping. She turned over on her side and glanced at the digital clock on her desk, and the numbers 5:13PM glared at her in red.

She glared at him, through streaming rivers, flowing from her eyes. Silence was what followed Taiichi's last statement, and during that statement, thoughts floated in and out of Mimi's head of how much she hated him at that moment. Minutes alongside more minutes passed, Taiichi fearing it, and Mimi soaking in the comfort she had from having abstained conversation. Finally, she decided it was time to break the silence.

"When?" she said softly, as though this simple syllable would bring poison to her lips. His face was screwed up in frustration, unknowing to whether or not he should say.

"Thursday." At the time, it was Tuesday.

"And you couldn't tell me before right now?" Each word spilled out more vicious than the last.

"I-it was sort of a last minute thing…-"

"And you couldn't have the decency to warn me that something like this was going to happen?"

"Look, I didn't want you to feel bad…-"

"So you just decided to dump this on me now. You practically just lead me on! If we were going to end eventually, why not stop it while I still had time to fall out of love!"

"Look," snapped Taiichi, which had surprised Mimi, whom silenced at once. He couldn't bear shouting at her, even when he was angry, so his voice softened. "Just listen to me. It's not like I chose to move. It's something that I've tried to prevent, and all this time I didn't tell you because I was trying to stop it."

Mimi couldn't take anymore through her rage. She turned around and walked home, and Taiichi knew better than to follow.

Now, she lay in her bed, wondering what could have changed that conversation. If only he had had the decency to try to stop her. If only she hadn't snapped at him so quickly. If only he didn't have to move…

But this was all out of her power now, for she had taken that impulse decision to walk out of his life before he could walk out of hers, taking the grim reality of her solitude with her. Still, deep down in her heart she knew that she hadn't completely walked out of his life, only because of the fact that she loved him.