Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters!
Farewell, My Love © By Rikuson.
Death Note and Death Note Characters © By writer Tsugumi Ohba and illustrator Takeshi Obata.
Farewell, My Love
The sky was a pale blue color and the clouds didn't help—their grey depression bought everything around them, anguish and despair. Today was like any other day, the sun hid behind the abundant clouds, and a light wind fluttered the trees' leaves to there end, as they hit the ground. The street was empty, and the wind howled throughout the trees, which longed and yearned for water—rain—anything to quench their thirst after the long, dry summer and fall.
A small, black town car drove slowly across the street, and halted at a small Victorian house with a faded white picket fence that lined the green garden and small rose bushes, which withered slowly, every year. The car's engine came to a stop, and the door opened, slightly, and then a man came out. He was dressed in black attire, with a white shirt, and a black tie. His face was of a young man, and showed signs of slow aging. He closed the car's door behind him and stuck his hand in his pocket, then took out a small piece of paper. He looked at it, then at the house, then back at the paper again, and gave a slight sigh then gulped. He walked slowly towards the house and stopped at the picket gate. He closed his eyes and he reached out towards the black latch and un-hinged it.
He picked up his pace, and walked towards the dark mahogany door, he drew a deep breath and then exhaled, and his mind wavered, back and forth, like a flag caught in an uproar of a blustery wind. He knocked. He stayed still, regretting it, and then seconds later a young woman answered. Her face, too, showed signs of aging. She looked at him, her eyes tired and bloodshot. He gulped and then looked down at the paper.
"Misa Amane…" The man said, solemnly. She stared at him and then at the paper.
"Yes…?" She replied dully.
"Good evening ma'am, I am Private Agent Disuke…," He said. Her eyes light up.
"What's the matter sir?! Oh please, please, tell me…" her eyes became watery, and she leaned against the doorframe.
"Mr. Yagami would like to see you, on urgent request, at the city hospital. Here's the address," he said pulling out a piece of paper from his other pocket, "the hospital was informed, by the federal police, to let you stay past visitor hours, if necessary…" his voice grew cold and almost lifeless. She broke into tears, fearing the worst, and then the agent's voice broke in again. He reviled the inner pocket from his brazier and grabbed a white envelope and gave it to her. "Mr. Yagami would like me to give his to you…"
She held it in her semi-wet hands and looked at it with saddened eyes. She read the front of it, "Misa Amane," was printed on the front, in large handwriting—Light's handwriting. Tears streamed down her face, and plotted on the paper, she whipped them of slowly, then turned it to the opposing side and opened it. She took out the paper and read it, in a low voice…
"Dear Misa
I regret to inform you, but, the doctor said that I might not make it…The gun shot was vital, and there is a very slight chance I will not make it. I want to tell you that I love you, and would like to ask you to come visit me; the doctor said I had less than 3 days to make it… please come and visit me… I want to talk to you.
Love,
Light Yagami"
She sobbed vigorously, and then she let go of the letter. The letter fell, slowly, into the ground, which was ready to embrace it. Dust fluttered at the letter reached the ground... Misa stared at him, at his cold eye. His mouth opened.
"Good day ma'ma," he said and walked back to his car.
(To be continuesd, please tell me what you think...)