Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon.

A/N: Based on the poem I had written which is also entitled "Gone".

"Mimi… I have something to tell you." His eyes were stern, and brimmed with moisture. This was the hardest thing he would ever have to do: let go of love. He shook his head. "I can't do this. I can't do this."

The floor was cold as he scurried to the restroom, in need of washing his face, which was warm with anxiety and fervor. Either that, or an upcoming, unsolicited fever. The water which he splashed scrappily onto his face was equally as cold, but it soothed him, being the only thing which could comfort him. After drying his face with a towel, probably one of the only things which weren't already packed into the reviled brown cardboard boxes, he made his way back into his room, where he continued practicing for the dreaded event which was soon to come.

"Ah… Mimi I have something I need to tell you," he continued after sitting himself on top of his bed, and wrapping his fingers on the handle of Hikari's mirror, which he had "borrowed" for his practice. "Blah. This is useless; I might as well say 'Mimi, it's not you, it's me.'" Taiichi checked the time, seeing that it read 2:20PM. He made a growling noise and laid on his back, closing his eyes. "This is not something I need."

His eyes opened suddenly, and he automatically looked at the clock, which read 4:45PM. After taking a few minutes to sober up, he jumped up in shock and dread. He realized he had fallen asleep, and would have to meet up with Mimi and 5:00. "Great," he thought to himself. "Now I have even less time to practice, though that wouldn't have done any good anyway."

He quickly changed and made his way out of the door, journeying to the park where they planned on meeting up, also known as: his demise.

The park wasn't so far away, so he was there just in time. He immediately spotted Mimi, looking beautiful as ever, wearing a salmon-pink dress, which he did not recognize thus instantly leading him to the conclusion that it was new. "God," he said, shaking his head to himself, "this complicates things even more."

Apparently Mimi had spotted him instantly as well, and once she saw him, her face brightened. She called out to him, and his spirits dwindled even more as he felt as though he was falling more in love, or falling in love all over again. She ran over to Taiichi, whom still had his head lowered, giddy after just the mere sight of him. After he raised his eyes to meet hers, however, she knew something unpleasant was bound to happen.

"Wow, Mimi, you look… beautiful," Taiichi whispered as a somber smile painted his lips. Mimi's blissful expression instantaneously converted into the complete opposite.

"Taiichi… what's wrong?" Her emotions had completely taken over her eyes, dressing them in worry. Taiichi's expression returned to that of his somber one, and he looked to the ground again. Once he was ready, he looked up again, eyes once again becoming excessively moisturized.

"Eh, Mimi, I don't think there's any way to ease this into the conversation, and I don't think I could handle it if I make this wait."

"Taiichi?" Mimi was panicked.

"I just want you to know that I love you, I really do."

"Taiichi?" A chuckle escaped her mouth out of disbelief.

"I-it's not my fault. It's definitely something I want to have to do." He was now sobbing distressfully.

"Taiichi just tell me you want to break up with me." Two streams made Mimi's cheeks glisten against the dim light of the park.

"I'm telling you… I don't want to. I-we… my family's moving." Taiichi's arms reached Mimi in an embrace, but she forcefully pushed him away. Her eyes were now bejeweled with tears, and it killed Taiichi to see her that way.