NOTE: Ladies and gents, I present to you the final chapter to "Reaching for the Moon." I'm going to miss writing this story...but never fear, there is a sequel that will follow this story. It will be called "Patience," so be sure to look for it in a couple of weeks. I'm proud of this story...it's like my third chapter story that I have actually stuck with and finished. :) I'd like to thank my faithful reviewers, readers and those who have added this story to their alert/favorite list.

Don't worry...this chapter really isn't supposed to make too much sense. :P

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Digimon, then Matt and Tai would have been together!

EPILOGUE: Misery

One Year Later...

Ten months. That's how long I've gone with out hearing from Yamato again. He can be so emotional sometimes...So what if I'm dating Sora? He's in some foreign country, he doesn't really expect me to stay home and do nothing does he? A year ago, sure, but...I needed to get over him. I was going crazy and Sora was just...there. In a way, she helped me heal. Mimi and Jyou, who with my help are together now, continually advise me not to use Sora, but I don't think it matters anymore. Yamato is mad at me for that and just stopped writing. Let him be overly sensitive...

Sometimes though, I can't help but wonder how he is...that's why I decided to write to him again...one last time...

YAMATO'S POV:

"Peter?" I called into the room from the door way. It didn't seem like he was in. Funny how he left his door unlocked though…maybe he wanted me to come in.

That or he was too drunk to lock it. I sighed and entered the room. Hopefully he wouldn't get too angry…I had always imagined him to be a little messy, but not like this. There were potato chip bags left open, clothes lying about and beer cans almost everywhere I looked. Peter was a good guy…I know he was…he was just an alcoholic and messy…and possessive… Looking around his apartment again, I noticed that the only thing tidy was his desk located at the end of the room. On top of it, it looked like there were some letters. I looked behind me to make sure that he wasn't coming and walked over to the desk. I figured that maybe I might have gotten a letter from my dad after school let out.

I picked up the stack of letters and placed back the ones that were either addressed to other boys in our group or for Peter himself. Finally, I reach the last letter. It was addressed to me alright, but it wasn't from my dad. Or my mom. Or Mimi. Or Takeru.

"Taichi," I gasped when I saw the hand writing. Peter must have opened the envelope from my dad that contained this letter…After waiting…for so long for him to write me, he finally does. Right when I don't feel anything for him, not even perhaps a friendship. Why should we have any sort of relationship when he doesn't even bother to write to me at all? Especially after he tells me he's dating Sora...Well, I guess that tends to happen when two people are separated…they just lose contact/interest with one another…But I went ten months without hearing from that immature bastard and now he decided to write me? I was tempted to just tear the stupid letter apart and pretend that I never saw it…but I couldn't. Besides my stomach flipping out like crazy and my fingers feeling numb to the core, I was curious. What did my "best friend," Taichi Yagami, have to say to me? I looked behind me again to make sure no one was behind me, and I started to open the envelope. I pulled out the letter, unfolded it, and began to read.

Dear Yamato,

I know that I am probably writing in vain…again. But you know what they say: the 325th time is the charm! Ha ha! Ok, fine, poor humor on my part I guess… :(

So, what's been going on? I haven't heard from you since I told you Sora and I are going out. Are you ok? You're not dead are you? That would be really bad…

I heard that your grandmother died (Takeru) and I'm really sorry to hear that. How is it having your mom and Takeru over there with you? How is that Peter kid doing?

Well, I miss you and I hope that you come home in safety soon.

Love, forever(even though it's corny), your best friend,

Taichi.

Empty words. That's all they were to me. No trace of interest, or excitement. Nothing. How hypocritical of him to say he's my best friend when he doesn't even care. And what does he mean "the 325th time?" I haven't gotten any letters from him…I guess a small part of me still felt something because I still felt hurt reading the letter that meant absolutely nothing. How can someone go from loving and fighting for you, to ignoring and not caring anymore…and in just ten months? I started to feel miserable and a little depressed again.

"Taichi," I growled and shut my eyes. Peter was right…about everything...

"What are you doing here?" I jumped and quickly turned around, holding the letter tightly against my back. My heart started pounding faster when I saw a tall red-haired figure, standing at the door way, beer bottle in one hand, and furious green eyes glaring right at my direction. Out of habit, I lowered my head, shrunk down a little and swallowed.

"H-hi…Peter."

End/To Be Continued...

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