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Armadillomon and I have work things out. Which I'm glad about; it was lonely without him. He promised that he would keep things to himself unless it's a life or death matter. I know that he was just trying to help me, but it hurt. He understands that now.
He tried to 'hat' Koushiro for me. Armadillomon felt that if he did, he could fix things between Koushiro and me. Then I wouldn't feel so bad at times. I think he still feels guilty about what's happened. It was a really sweet gesture, but a hat can't fix anything. No matter how much I want it to. Armadillomon was sad when I told him not to, 'hat' Koushiro that is. It could have lead to asking questions that I don't want to answer.
Armadillomon doesn't really understand that. He keeps pushing for me to tell Koushiro how I feel. Maybe I should, then I might be able to get over him. It's not like he's going to want me. I know that, but if I keep holding everything inside I think that I might crack. I think I am already.
Besides the glass, I thought that I saw...my dad. Which is stupid because he's been dead for years. The guy looked so much like him, though. It feels like a wound has been ripped open. I didn't think that it could hurt so much. It wasn't even him, but...it feels like the day he died all over again. I thought that I'd moved on. Guess not, huh? If I had, I wouldn't be crying in my room over a dead man.
He tried to 'hat' Koushiro for me. Armadillomon felt that if he did, he could fix things between Koushiro and me. Then I wouldn't feel so bad at times. I think he still feels guilty about what's happened. It was a really sweet gesture, but a hat can't fix anything. No matter how much I want it to. Armadillomon was sad when I told him not to, 'hat' Koushiro that is. It could have lead to asking questions that I don't want to answer.
Armadillomon doesn't really understand that. He keeps pushing for me to tell Koushiro how I feel. Maybe I should, then I might be able to get over him. It's not like he's going to want me. I know that, but if I keep holding everything inside I think that I might crack. I think I am already.
Besides the glass, I thought that I saw...my dad. Which is stupid because he's been dead for years. The guy looked so much like him, though. It feels like a wound has been ripped open. I didn't think that it could hurt so much. It wasn't even him, but...it feels like the day he died all over again. I thought that I'd moved on. Guess not, huh? If I had, I wouldn't be crying in my room over a dead man.