Cliché
It was breathtakingly stunning sunsets like this that reminded Sora of the last time she'd taken Mimi to the Digital World. Though she felt a bit of self-revulsion at the thought (after all, it was such a cheesy, mawkish sentiment), the woman often found she couldn't help it.
Besides, Mimi had enjoyed clichés.
Of course, at the time, it hadn't seemed so beautiful; cancer had not done Mimi's gorgeous body any justice, and by this point she looked almost skeletal, so thin and pale. They had both known that it wasn't long before the younger woman would be bedridden, and shortly after that, cremated, so Sora planned one last trip to the Digital World so Mimi could say good-bye to Palmon.
Though Sora herself sat off out of hearing distance, still close enough to lend aid if needed, she realized that the exchange must've been an excruciating one. She would know: after the funeral, she had retreated here often, and had had a difficult time attempting to explain the nature of human death to Biyomon. Her partner had been so appalled at the finality of the whole affair, and come to think of it, so was Sora.
Sure, it was clichéd…but Mimi had liked clichés, and Sora thought that just this once she could make an exception.