Ruki has died. She was attacked by a group of digimon and died at the scene.
Send me “_______” has passed away.
Bonus/Optional: Type how they died.
Her heart took a drop to the stomach as her eyes widened, as she rested her back against the wall. No, this wasn’t happening. Not to them. Not to her. Her eyes started to water as her hands automatically moved to cover her face. Before she knew it, Izumi was running her hands through her hair repeatedly, trying to pull herself together. Her breathing became short paused as her grip on her hair become tighter and tighter, up to the point where it almost hurt. This couldn’t happen to them, to either of them. It couldn’t. It couldn’t. Digimon were not even supposed to be in the Real World. This was… this was all a lie then, right?
But then, as her heartbeat sped up, her green eyes became wide ever so slowly. Her chest fell, and an empty feeling engulfed her from the inside. It wasn’t like that for the redhead, wasn’t it? She battled digimon daily. She lived for it. She encountered them all the time and managed to defeat them with her digimon partner.
It was then when the blonde felt her heart break into pieces, and everything else stopped mattering. Hot tears were running down her cheeks as she covered her mouth with both of her hands, holding back a sob. The truth that she had been trying to avoid surrounded her in an asphyxiating way. Ruki was so young. She was so young, she was only fourteen and she had so much to live for still.
She was going to grow up! She was going to graduate and get a job, maybe she would fall in love with someone and marry them and maybe even have kids! But… not anymore. The future that she believed she could have with the redhead was impossible. The future that Ruki was destined to have had been taken away from her, stripped from her without being able to have a say in it.
Lips became inevitably chewed as Izumi rested her back on the wall behind her, letting herself slowly descend, until she was hugging her knees. Her tear-stained face was buried in the space between her legs and her chest, and her red, puffy eyes refused to open until the pain stopped. She sobbed loudly once again, feeling herself grow colder and colder by the moment as she stared to the roof, wondering why.
Slowly, then, a new burning feeling began to surge inside of her as her fists balled up tightly. Her eyes narrowed and her breathing was slightly louder than before. This is why she hated the idea of digimon in the Real World! That was why she would never feel reluctant to say that she had fought to keep them from invading their world. Look at what had happened!
Izumi knew that not all of them were bad, but she could only imagine how many casualties would have happened if evil digimon had invaded Earth. The blonde sighed, hugging herself tightly, tears quickly streaking down her cheeks, and her breath still slightly rough. She cocked her head slightly, remembering the last time she had seen the girl she was shamelessly in love with. That night, she wished, that this could all be a ‘see you later’ and not a ‘goodbye’.
