Disclaimer: I don't own any part of death note. All I own are a lot of tears from L's death.
Basically, this is a side project. I have a lot of Death Note ideas, but not long story ones so... This happened! There will be mixed genres, some short ones and some long. If I ever continue/make a sequel to an older chapter, there'll be an indication. So if I was to continue this one, it would be called: Cold (2)
Also, this was sad for me to write.
(THIS WHOLE DRABBLE COLLECTION WAS MOVED FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT, AND WILL BE UPDATED FROM HERE)
- Cold -
The world seemed to stop turning as he fell. Their eyes met, and the dark, usually empty pair were filled with sudden realisation. Yes, it took his own death for L to confirm that his first and only friend was Kira. A part of him knew from the start, but something kept him from making sure. But that didn't matter. Not any more. He had died.
So why, Light asked himself, am I not happy? Where is the usual surge of victory? He waited, not moving his eyes from the lifeless form before him. A strange feeling swept over him, a strange numbness that consumed him as he knelt besides the corpse. A shaking hand reached out to feel the cheek that hadn't hit the ground.
Immediately a string of memories sprung to mind, those few nights the insomniac slept and subconsciously used his shoulder as a pillow, the crumbs of cake he had to wipe off for the detective when he became too absorbed with work to do it himself. Now the pale flesh was nothing but a cold surface. The usual faint pink flush that covered it when Light placed his hand there didn't show.
He was in the way, the man reminded himself as the lining of his eyes became wet. A small drop of that moisture landed on the soft cheek, followed by others that seemed to blur together after a while.
Light had won. But he was yet to decide if it was worth the love he had lost.
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