The Last Reward
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Only one word could describe the way he felt in that moment when reality collapsed and his world broke around him, everything he ever knew fading into an oblivion of his own creation. His eyes froze in their place and hedid nothing but stare as what would have been agony had it not been coated in utter disbelief struck his chest. One word was all that managed to escape his lips and it was met with no response. No movement was made and though he couldn't see it he's known what had happened because to his ears the screams around him were muffled to a smothering silence that crushed him with a force so great he almost couldn't feel it.
This was the end.
His hopes and his dreams were as dead as the soul which he had relied on to carry them. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't feel, couldn't grieve, couldn't wail.
Calm yourself! he thought. Think!
He forced himself together, collecting the broken pieces of his being from the shattered glass floor, knowing his entire world was chaotic, knowing more that he had to go on. He thought not of his future, of his life, of his happiness, of himself. He thought of nothing, he simply thought. And like a whisper, the answer came to him. For his own perseverence he saw through the opaque darkness.
His last reward was death.