Final Gift (Digimon 02)Final Gift
by Blackjack Gabbiani
They say that more people kill themselves this time of year than any other. It's a myth, of course, not a shred of evidence to support it. But if it were true, I could certainly see why. All the decorations, all the banners, all the forcing cheer upon the populace no matter what...it's nearly more than even the sanest person can take.
And I, being far from sane, should know.
It's strange, I should be happy. The plan I've worked so hard on for the past three and a half years is finally ready to put into play. And this day itself, a rest before we begin, is pleasant. My creations seem to have their own plans--Mummymon following Arukenimon around with a sprig of misletoe he got from who-knows-where, and she with beating him soundly every time he does. As long as they leave me alone, I pay them no mind.
Outside, the bells toll with merry cheer, but it's hollow, with no real feeling.
I feel the same way. There's nothing within me today but sorrow.
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