disclaimer: death note does not belong to me
pairing: none
warning: sadness!
Rotting
Rotting.
Five down, Seven letters. Go bad and useless, decaying.
Pen scrawls over paper, eyes narrow, muscles tense.
It was Kira. She knew it. He was dead because of Kira. He may have done something bad, (scratch), he may have robbed a few stores, (scribble), he may have shot someone, (snap), but she loved him. And so did many other people.
He wasn't just a nameless, faceless... criminal. He was a living, breathing person who laughed and cried; ate and slept; who did everything Kira must do. Or maybe Kira did not. Maybe Kira was the nameless, faceless criminal. He obviously had no morals, no empathy.
Or she wouldn't be feeling like this at the moment.
She screwed up the newspaper and threw it on the floor in anguish. She balled her fists into her eyes and sank over the oak table top.
He had been hers, damnit. He had been her man, her love, her life. And Kira killed him. Now he belonged to Kira, along with all those other criminals, six feet under. She wished for her three wishes now more than she had ever done as a child but she never had any notice of them. Maybe it was because Kira had all her wishes, wishing away the lives of people he wanted to just do away with. Did he wish for the power?
He was probably some abused child who wanted to take it out on the world.
It didn't make her feel any empathy for him though.
Everything about him was wrong and he should die and die and die, a million times over. Die for her husband (recently deceased), die for his friend (recently deceased) and die for all the thousands of others he murdered. All deceased.
All rotting.
What was the point? What was the point in crying when she could be doing something practical?
She picked the paper up again, took a sip from her mug and moved to her next word.
Eight across. Five letters. A state of tranquillity; silence, stillness.
Peace.
She took another sip from her mug and pulled a face. It didn't taste very nice. But then again, she wasn't drinking it for the taste.
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a/n: hullo :3 this is a oneshot I started aggggessss ago. and never got round to finishing. but now I have. yippee! as always, I get scared no one knows what the hell I'm on about. so in case no one understood - she was drinking some form of poison. you can decide which one :D I'm such a generous author.
