EDIT: Hey guys! Because of my major WB, I thought it might help if I reread this whole thing, & I saw a bunch of stuff I didn't like, so I'm making some minor edits to most/all of the chapters. Hopefully a new one will be up shortly!
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He was my best friend
I tried to help him
But he traded everything
For suffering
And found himself alone
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"You've really messed up this time, B." L said, staring into a pale figure's black eyes from outside the jail cell. The young man looked very similar to L, though he wasn't a carbon copy. He wasn't quite as pale as L, the shape of his face was slightly different, the bags under his eyes not quite as thick, his hair not as long; subtle differences, and he was obviously five or so years younger. He was also covered in third degree burns, but the resemblance was there in the eyes and messy black hair. He didn't reply, just sat there, glaring at the man who had brought him to this place.
L sighed, turning and getting up to leave. "I'm sorry it had to end like this," he said, glancing back over his shoulder. When the young man still didn't reply, he turned back and walked out the door, regret clear on his face.
And in the young man's brain, there was a number stamped over L's head; 050321.