Small One Seater Planes

Title:
Goodbye Fandom: Digimon
Characters Although not explicit, the fic touches sensitive issues. Is without bete
so if you see any errors feel free to tell me. Notes: inspired this fic
(ff.net link ) of lunasolitaria . It is a continuation and probably better understood if you read everything first. The sound of shovels digging the earth and covering the coffin began to be heard. A group of people dressed in black was there in front, watching the action of men doing their job. Miyako continued sobbing. At his side was Koushiro who with one arm around her. I knew he was fighting back tears, but she was not as strong as him. After several minutes, which seemed like hours, the finished coffin to be covered and people began to go slowly. Between them, they could see Hikari and Taichi was crying at his side, whom he could not see his face well, but for a few seconds she was sure he saw a tear run. On the other hand, Takeru, Yamato and Sora were going well, the first two appeared to have shed a tear, but could see in their faces the terrible effort not to. Sora's eyes were swollen and just stared at the floor. Iori strongly pressed his fists as he watched the tombstone, as if trying to channel her pain in them but a few small tears seemed querérsele escape. Mimi, like Sora, he also had red eyes e was accompanied by Jyou, who did not seem to be better. Miyako

remained at the tomb, this time without an arm to the comforting. And all were gone. Koushiro asked him if he wanted to leave but she refused, still could not. He seemed to have understood and not insisted and left, saying he would wait at the exit of the cemetery and to take as much time as needed. He also needed to be few hours alone. She kept looking at the grave as he felt increasingly squeezed her breast. Why? Why had he done that? What made you do it? Had she been his fault? Was surprised by his confession that time, he had never expected, but what could he have done? Had left those feelings and had moved, finding new ones to Koushiro. Maybe should not have rejected. Maybe if I had corresponded, perhaps if he had not gone to college, then none of this would have happened. He had thought of seeing the lords Ichijouji and apologize, kneel before them and ask forgiveness, that the insulted and blamed for everything, but do not cheer. I was too cowardly. Just saw the couple had been in tears from the funeral. They had lost their second son, probably the last thing they wanted was to talk to her.

A noise startled her. He turned his head to his right and to his surprise, he found Daisuke. How long had he been there? I had not noticed his presence at any time. He looked at her and then squatted down, a sad smile graced his face.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, breaking the silence. For a moment thought he was talking, but soon realized it was his real receiver Ken. I tried to come as quickly as possible, but hardly had tickets to Japan and then there was a traffic jam when I arrived. I know they are only excuses ... I could not even be on time for your funeral. "I heard hiccuping and breathe deeply. If you're wondering Wormmon, he is in the Digital World with V-mon and others. They are trying to lift the spirits a little but they are not happy bedfellows. A tear began to run on your cheek. Sorry, my fault, right?

-Daisuke said surprised. Instead he knelt and covered his face with his hands. Her crying became increasingly audible.

"I should have been there. Forgive me, Ken. If I had never gone if I'd stayed with you then none of this would have happened. Forgive me, please. Forgive me ...

- not your fault! "She interrupted, sobbing again. You never could have known this would happen ...

- You who know! "This time it was he who broke in with a shout. Ken was my best friend, if ... then ... I'd stayed

- You're the one who knows nothing! "Daisuke looked at her, discovering that she was also crying. I ... I declined. I told him I liked someone else and I was ... If I'd stayed then maybe ... "Miyako

..." said the boy at her, hoping that confession. Then again set his sights on the grave. It makes no sense to blame yourself, nothing will change, "continued talking, knowing that doing so himself. Nothing will ...

mojándoles both felt a few drops and soon the rain wrapped, but did not care. Remained there for hours, crying and consoling as the sky was with them in their grief.