Oct 18, 2010 10:43
Ken walked into the empty room, which would be occupied by his best friend for awhile.
If felt odd, to think Daisuke would be in this room.
He cracked a sad smile, as he wondered what his brother would say if Ken let a kitten in his room.
'I guess, it's another step, to move on.'
He sighed, and sat on the bed.
This was now a guest room, that has never been occupied.
His father once mentioned to turn it into a storage, but the heart breaking look his mother had on her face still painted Ken's heart blue.
Once a little boy, now a grown man, he laid himself down flat and stared at the ceiling.
A decade has been past, and they say time heals all wounds, but the void created via abscence was still frightening.
Feeling a string of tear down his cheek, Ken hoped, loud song of life his friend and the little animal brings would help tune out the cold, lonesome pain his whole family is trying desperately to hide.
"Ken chan?" Wormmon called out to Ken worriedly. Little digimon hopped onto the bed, as his calling was answered with a silence.
Ken smiled, his right arm wiping his eyes.
"I'm ok."
self-log,
osamu,
daisuke