Mimi wakes up early the next morning. She curls up against Yamato, and contently watches the steady rise and fall of his chest. Outside the sky turns lighter while the falling snow collects on the windowsill.

The phone rings, and Mimi sits up quietly, so as not to wake Yamato, to answer it.

"Hello?" she says.

"Hello? Sora?" a male voice replies.

"What?" she asks.

"Sora, get Yamato on the phone. I need to talk to him."

Mimi hangs up, she understands perfectly. She gets up and dresses in two minutes flat, without waking Yamato. But before she leaves, she stops in front of Yamato's desk. There is a bulletin boards hanging over it, covered in pictures of his family and friends. In the center, like a trophy, is a picture of her. It's one of her favorites, one that she copied from her own portfolio. Mimi quickly yanks her picture off his board, and briskly walks out the door without another look back.

Mimi glares angrily at her feet, as she sits on the cold park bench. "Life sucks!" Mimi yells in a hoarsly, making some ducks fly away in fright. A touch of solemn dignity lingers upon her features, but the radiance of her sincerity still shines through.

"Life is a bitch, isn't it?" a voice from behind her comments.

She jumps up with a start, and spins around to look at the person that startled her.

"Hey Taichi, you surprised me," Mimi said, forcing a smile and wiping away her tears with her sleeves.

"I'm sorry to hear about Yamato….I know how you feel. Sora was my girlfriend."

Mimi looks down at her hands, not feeling like discussing the matter.

He sits down on the bench besides her. "You're going to catch a cold out here."

Mimi continues looking at her hands, purposely ignoring his gaze because if she looks into those eyes…no, it was better not think about it.

"I'm gonna stay here until you leave. Or we can leave together. Either one."

He smiles at her and for the first time Mimi really notices his warm, chocolate colored eyes ('Dark or milk?' Mimi wondered idly) flecked with tiny, golden specks. Mimi shivered involuntarily. If Yamato was moonlight on the sea, a god of starlight and shadows, Taichi was sunlight over a field of golden flowers, a god of sunbeams and radiance. And even though Yamato's betrayal still stung, somehow Taichi made everything seem not so bleak. Here was finally someone who could understand.

"Would you like to come home to me for a cup of tea?" she asks shyly.

He laughs and lays a hand on her shoulder, a small electric shock came over her and spread trough her whole body from the gentle touch of his warm hand.
"Sure, Beautiful, misery loves company."

Despite Taichi's words, Mimi is suddenly acutely aware of how awful she must look with her tear-streaked cheeks, puffy eyes, messy hair, and askew clothes.

As if he's read her mind, he comfortingly clasps her hands in his. "You are beautiful," he whispers soothingly. "And you always are. You have an exquisiteness that fades simply to loveliness when you're not in motion." He pauses before adding light-heartedly, "You're definitely a lot prettier when you smile though."

And Mimi can't help but laugh at the goofy grin he gives her. 'It's only fitting after all,' she decides, 'that a flower turns towards the sun'.