So, I just decided to make myself massively depressed by watching the second half of episode 25. It inspired me to write this, this is set just after Rem writes L's name in the death note. I don't own any characters from death note. LXLight (sort of)
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, the pain blotted out all other senses as I fell off my chair. Dully, I felt hands loop round my back. The shinigami, she must have done this, killed Watari then me. My life flashed in broken, distorted shots. Then, his face, Light Yagami. I knew this was coming, I know he killed me, yet still, I felt safe in his arms. I remembered our exchange, just moments before. The feel of his skin beneath my hands, the blissful calm that washed over me when his towel stroked my face. If only he'd leaned in and kissed me, I wish that I could have felt the heat of his lips at least once, or would they be cold, like his heart. How could a murderer love? Deep down, we were the same; we always will be the same. There were no one's arms I'd rather die in, even though he was kira. That smile broke my already destroyed heart; there was no warmth, no love, only victory. Maybe in another world, we could have been together, he could have held me, and kissed me and loved me, but in this world, he was consumed by the fire of death.
Hope you enjoyed it, it would be great to get some comments! (Even negative ones just try to be nice^.^)