It had been a few days since L had passed. The brown haired teen, Light, walked into the ex-detectives room. It didn't take long for his eyes to see something on the table beside the bed. A note.. And it was addressed to Light from L. He picked it up to read it.
"I closed my eyes, so that maybe yours would be opened.
I whispered, so that maybe you would hear.
I stepped down, so that maybe you would step up.
I cried, so that maybe your eyes would be dry.
I said "Yes." so that maybe you would say, "No."
I stayed awake, so that maybe you would sleep.
I spoke nothing, so that maybe you would speak everything.
I stayed away, so that maybe you would greet the world.
I closed the door, so that maybe you would open it.
I cut my wings, so that maybe yours would grow.
Why did I do this? Simply because I love you."
-L-
"And yet, I've killed you." His words were cold and flat. Even now, Light held no sorrow for killing someone he used to call "friend."
"I'll see you in hell." And with that, he ripped the hand written note into tiny shreds, and tossed it to the ground to be forgotten forever.
