Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon.

A/N: Based on the poem I had written which is also entitled "Gone". Haha, and I lied. 3 part story? Maybe 4. I have to change the title though, unless of course, I make it an epilogue.

After a day of moping, Mimi was able to successfully fall into slumber. Contemplating became too much for her, and the hurt she felt became much to overrated, for maybe about 5 minutes, where she would revert back to her poignant thoughts. She decided that sleeping would be the only way to escape, (other than death, but she felt that shouldn't be an option) and so there she was: asleep with nothing to disturb her but her cell phone, which rung beside her pillow, waking her up.

Drowsily and equally wearily, she groped the source of the ring to look for her phone. She flipped it open, without bothering to open her eyes.

"Hello?" she called inside the area which was designated to speech.

"Mimi. It's me, Taiichi… Don't hang up!" After a few seconds, he knew that he would continue to receive silence for a response, so he continued. "Well, I just wanted you to know that I'm leaving today. Probably in a couple of hours, but I want to see you before I leave."

He listened intently for an answer, or even the slightest sound, but received naught. "I know that you're mad, but I just need to see you one last time. I'll wait for you at you know where, and I know you won't answer, so I'll just hang up now. I'll see you later?"

There was yet again another pause as Taiichi waited for an improbable answer. His disappointed sigh was all she heard before the click of Taiichi's phone after he hung up.

Silence was all that Mimi encountered after this phone call, full of ambivalence born within her thoughts.

"I hate him. I hate him for leaving; I hate him for not telling me; I hate him for everything." Thoughts such as this quickly turned into the subsequent thoughts. "But I love him. I love him more than anything, and I can't lose him. Maybe if I see him…"

But no. She decided that it would be best for her to just stay put. Seeing him one last time would make the parting hurt even more. It was better that they ended things in anger.

But technically, they didn't end things at all. The strings were left unattended to, and even if they were tended to, this wasn't the way to end it. And so she decided that she needed to see him one last time.

Taiichi sat on a park bench, just waiting for anything to happen. He checked his watch; it had been seven hours since he had called Mimi. He shook his head and wrapped his coat around him even tighter. He leaned back and closed his eyes, planning to open them eventually…

He woke up with a start. He blinked his eyes and turned from side to side, continuing this motion, and rubbing his eyes for they had become quite blurry. It didn't occur to him right then and there, but beside him was Mimi. Once he realized it, she smiled at him. It wasn't a happy smile, but it wasn't a completely lugubrious smile. Just something of in between; bittersweet. It was an oxymoron of a smile.

"Hi," was all she could say.

"Hey." He groaned, stretching his arms after his nap. He finally became aware of the darkness of the park. "Oh, wow. What time is it?" he simultaneously checked his watch which read 5:23, which was approximately an hour and a half after he last checked his watch, then continued, "How long have you been waiting?"

"Oh, just about an hour or so."

"Are you kidding me? Why didn't you wake me up?" She turned to look at the sky and smiled, a blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Because you're beautiful asleep." She turned to him and giggled, "I didn't want to bother you, 'cause I'm considerate and corny." Taiichi smiled, putting his arm around her and pulling her closer to him.

"That's why I love you," he whispered, just quiet enough to be illegible.

"Hmm? What was that?" She asked, oblivious to the last comment. He pulled her in closer and chuckled.

"Nothing." He stood up, and she followed the leader. It was finally time for them to say goodbye, and both of their faces grew solemn as they turned to each other.

"So this is it, huh?" asked the forlorn boy, eyes filling up with tears for the fifth time in 72 hours.

"Yeah," said the girl, along with a sad smile and hesitant nod of her head.

"I'll try to visit." Taiichi took a step closer to her. She nodded again.

An awkward silence passed when finally Taiichi gave into his obvious desires and hugged her. Mimi wrapped her arms around him, tentatively at first, but becoming firm with her grasp, not wanting to let go of this jubilance, which she knew would be over in less than five minutes. She raised her head from his shoulder, and looked at him with a sudden longing that was utterly foreign to himself. Taiichi returned her gaze, both equal in yearning; Taiichi kissed her forehead and they both soaked in the perfection of the idea of togetherness.

Taiichi soon lifted his lips from her forehead, quite remorsefully. Naught a word was spoken when Mimi suddenly lifted up her own lips to his, fulfilling a desire that was both of their firsts. This was an equally foreign act for the two, and though the way their lips touched was awkward, they felt comfort with it for together they had shared a moment worth remembering. They parted yet again and a penitent sigh escaped the girl's mouth.

"I guess… this is goodbye," said Taiichi, finally. The girl shook her head, tears continuing to mark their territory on her face.

"N-no. Don't say goodbye. I-I love you."

"Mimi, I love you." He slipped a wrinkled piece of paper into her hands, which she complied to take. He slowly turned around to walk away, turning his head away from her.

"No," she cried to herself, trying to grab at him, wanting more than these few seconds with him. He continued to walk away, failing to look back because, she knew just as well as he did, if he were to turn around and see Mimi crying for him to return, he would not have the strength to continue at his stride.

Mimi was sobbing at this point, and sat in a fetal position on the ground, note in hand.