I stood on the edge of a tall cliff, gazing out across the sea. The moon was high in the sky, casting light upon the angry waters. It was the depths of night, and a storm was brewing.
I sighed, thinking of all the troubles that we, the Digi-destined, had encountered lately. It was just... too much. I couldn't take it any more. Now, I planned to do what I had vowed to do, long before we had tumbled into the Digital World.
Looking down at the sharp rocks below, barely visible in the dim light of evening, I couldn't help but wonder what Gomamon would think after.. after I did what I had to do.
I glanced back at the campsite. My friends were all sleeping, I was sure of it. I couldn't let them stop me. I just couldn't. If they knew what I was up to, they'd think I was crazy... Yeah. Crazy. Not that they didn't already think that.
The water seemed friendly from up here. Inviting. The cool, salty smell of the sea blew gently through my hair, and the roaring of the surf against the cliff was loud in my ears.
Looking down, I recalled a poem that I had once heard.
"The smooth surface of the sea
Begged me for a kiss."
It had been something like that, any way. I wasn't really good at remembering those sort of things, and though this one had embedded itself in my mind, it had begun to fade, just as all my hopes and dreams had done.
As I stared down at the sea, I couldn't help but smile. Unlike the one in the poem, this was all but smooth. And yet, it begged me to touch its cool waters.
I breathed deeply, savouring the salty taste of the air. This would be quick. Simple. Slowly, I removed my glasses from my eyes, and, after some thought, I took off my digivice and tag as well, and lay them on a rock a few feet away. When I returned to the edge, the water seemed to call out to me. "Come play with me!" It said hungrily. I smiled. This was the day that I would play with the sea.. for the rest of my life, however short it would be.
I took a deep breath, then let it out. What would be the point of that? I thought. It'd be knocked out of your lungs anyway.
I heard someone approaching, their shoes scraping on the gravel. I didn't dare turn around to look at them, because I knew that even though I wouldn't see them, the feeling, the guilt, all of it would make me stay.
"The sweet voice of the water
Asked me for a kissed." I whispered, finally recalling the true words of the poem.
Heart thumping in my chest, I called all will to my mind and body, and jumped.
"JOE!!!" I heard Izzy scream, fear in his voice. Good bye, Izzy, I thought, shutting my eyes tight against the air which rushed up to greet me like an old friend. Good bye, forever.
As I hit the water, the force of the blow squeezing the air from my lungs for the first and final time, I couldn't help but smile as water filled my mouth and nose, piling on top of me, forcing me downward. I made no move to resist it, and opened my eyes to see the moon through the water for the last time.
I was finally free.
Author's notes: Don't ask me why I wrote this, because I don't know. Don't ask me why Joe would want to kill himself, because I don't know. But I was feeling morbid, and I dunno.. he just seemed like the one most likely to go through with it.