My first Death Note fic...not proud of it, but I'll put it up since I'm currently experiencing a loss of plot bunnies for my other fic...

Anyway, enjoy this stupid little angsty thingy I wrote .

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L POV

It hurts. The pain's unbearable. Is this what a heart attack feels like? Or is it something else? Whatever it is, I wish I never experienced it.

You rush over, but your worry is false. No one else seems to notice your act though.

Your acting is good, I must say. Everyone else were tricked, but not me. I saw right through you from the very beginning.

So why did I let you go?

The answer is simple.

Because I wanted to know. I wanted to know why I felt hurt seeing you suffer.

After spending time with you, the feeling just grew. It's funny, I thought you were my first friend, but it seems like it wasn't enough for me after all. I desired something more.

And now that I finally know what it was, I'm about to die. I'll still say it, even though it won't reach you.

I love you. Even though you killed me, stabbed me in the back, I still love you.

I just wanted to be loved…I guess no one understood. I always had to watch my back, never going outside if not necessary. I never had friends, so when I got one, I was really happy.

I'm happy that I met you, Raito-kun.

You won.

Raito POV

"I'm here again, Ryuzaki."

I watch the gravestone, with white snow covering it. It's beautiful.

"Somehow, ever since you died, I've had a feeling you wanted to tell me something. Maybe I should've let you live a little longer, just to hear you out."

Of course, talking to a gravestone isn't very effective, but it somehow calms me. As if I could talk to you again.

"It's kind of boring without you here. You gave me challenge. But too bad for you, I won. There's no one to stop me now."

I lay the flowers I brought to the ground, and watch the stone a while longer. I could see you, sitting on your grave, eating your sweets and looking at me like you always did. It hurts. Why? Why do I feel hollow just thinking about you? Why does my chest hurt?

I walk away from the cemetery, only to look back. I sigh and turn my gaze to the sky. It's snowing.

"I won, right?"

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So, hate it or like it, please review. Criticism is very much appreciated, and tell me if I wrote the names wrong!