Evanescent – adj. – fading away
The definition flared brightly in my shattered mind. My mind always liked to find perfect words for such situations. Now I hated it. Because "evanescent" perfectly described L. He was evanescent. Fading away.
Now, if I thought back on it, he didn't deserve to die. He had things to live for, like his detective agency, sweets, and me. He could've lived for me.
Slowly, my hand ran through his black, ivory hair, trailing down to run the back of my hand against his pale white skin. His eyes were already closed, as if he had expected his death. He looked almost peaceful. I thought back to all those times we shared together, and all his strange quirks. He always liked to sit in a crouched position, stirring his 120% sugar tea. He was always surrounded with his favorite sweets, mind working unendingly trying to figure out who was the murderer called Kira, said to be the "bringer of justice". He had always expected me to be the murderer, telling me it was 99.9% possible. Too bad he was right.
Now, no one knew I was Kira. Standing up, I dropped the gun. The gun that used to hold six shots now only held five. I carefully dusted my fingerprints off the gun. They would never find me.
After all, I was the bringer of justice.
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