31 October.
Dawn.
A table and chair stood in the middle of the bare room. A few small television screens and old tapes sat piled up in the corner. Quite ordinary. Yet the items sitting on the table in the middle could have made up for every inch of monotonous white which smothered the walls.
A teapot sat at the edge, steam rising and filling the air with a warm aroma. To the right of that, a teacup overflowing with tiny sugar cubes, ready to be melted into the warm sweet tea. Next to the tea set were small bowls filled with a variety of little delicacies. Mini doughnuts. Marshmallows. Fudge pieces. Mini cream filled pastries. Spongey delights. Chocolate coated angel cakes. Soft squares of pink heaven.
And in the centre of the table lay an enormous pink vanilla sponge cake, smothered with pastel cream icing and adorned with bright red strawberries and meringue drops. The shape of an L had been formed with a handful of sprinkles, and a single white candle burned brightly in the centre, its warm orange flame flickering softly.
L's figure sat arched on his chair, his feet at the edge, fidgeting. One of his hands rested on his knee and his other was held up to his face, his pale fingers tapping lightly on his bottom lip. His head tilted slightly as he observed the desserts in front of him.
After a moment of contemplation, he wrapped his arms around his knees and widened his black eyes, a slight curve to his lips.
Well, happy birthday.
He sat alone in the room. Ready to devour the endless sugar lineup in his view.
Nothing could have made him happier. But he still felt incomplete ~
This is my life. Ending one day at a time. Another year. Another day closer to my unknown fate. And another painful reminder that Light will never love someone who is hunting him.
Meanwhile, the sunlight had revealed itself only slightly and shone quietly into Light's room. He felt the warm sensation on his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes, staring at the beam shining out against the dark, dim sky. He sat up and swept his hand through his hair, still drowsy and craved fresh air. Light slid the door open and walked out onto the terrace, feeling a sudden chill in the air. The winter season was nearing. He stood motionless, feeling the cold wind creep around his body, and then leaned over the edge, face in his hands.
I wish I could see him. I'd wrap my arms around him and brush my face against his cold cheek. It would be forever.
If only it were that easy. But this forbidden intricacy pushes us further from each other and closer toward oblivion. As though our existence does not want this to happen. If only he knew.
....I can only try to let him know that someone cares.
November 1
Midnight
L sat huddled on the couch, watching surveillance tapes. The room was dark except for the blue shaft of light glowing out from the screens. His laptop, sitting in front of him signaled, and the monitor lit up. You have 1 new message. The sender appeared as anonymous. He tapped the enter key.
Happy Birthday.
I was thinking of you.
He smiled as a tear ran down his cheek.