I was right, but I didn't want to be. Light is Kira.

People love to think they know what happens when they die, but that's absurd. The only people who know are ones who can't be asked.

There are no shimmering golden gates and an angel to greet you. There is no bridge of clouds to walk across. There are no streets paved with gold and a bright blue sky surrounding you. You do not have wings, a halo, or a white gown wrapped around you.

There is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Well, there was nothing for the first few days. Days? Weeks? Months?

I felt like I was asleep, but aware of it. I could feel myself sitting in the dark, hugging my knees to my chest, wondering if this is how it would be forever.

That was until I woke up on the roof. I couldn't believe it. Had it all been a dream? I looked down at my feet before realizing that I didn't have any. I was invisible.

I took a step forward. I felt weightless, like if I wanted to, I could jump up and fly away from this place. I should have. This was the place I wanted to be the least, but I had no where else to go.

I guess I'm a ghost or a spirit of some sort?

The worst part of all of this is the rain. It's just how it was on that dreadful day; an overcast sky, the rain splashing against the concrete.

The bells are unusually loud today.

I shake the memory out of my mind.

The moon shines above me. I can see it through the clouds, and it feels nice to see something other than darkness again.

I make my way towards the door. I put my hand on the knob and slowly open it. I'm still not sure if anyone can see me, or if I'm even really here. I could have went insane from being in the dark for so long; I could be hallucinating.

The door doesn't make a single sound, and neither do my footsteps as I make my way through the building.

The first place I look is the fridge. All the cakes, strawberries, and other assorted sweets are still there. So it must have not been too long.

Everyone is asleep.

The place I decide to go first is the room where Light and I slept.

The door opens silently as the other had. I stand at the foot of the bed, motionless.

Light is sleeping, the sheets messed up and his arm holding a clump of them to his chest.

I have a flashback of the way he looked at me before I died. It's so hard to believe this is the same man.

I don't hate him.

He's a psychopath and he thinks what he's doing is right. He can't see it any other way.

I see Kira and Light as two different people. Kira is a power-hungry monster who will stop at nothing, a parasite that has manifested itself inside of Light. Light is who he truly is on the inside, who he was before all of this. Will the inner Light break through? Will he realize the error of his ways?

Would he feel me if I lied down by his side?

There is no Kira when Light is asleep. Only Light.

That's how I'm justifying my actions as I sit on the top of the sheets, watching him.

"Light," I whisper. "Light."

Nothing.

"Light," I say a bit louder.

He can't hear me.

I crawl underneath the covers, my head sharing his pillow. I listen to his breathing and his heartbeat. What it must be like to still be alive, to still feel the world weighing you down. It's something you take for granted until it's gone.

I want to sleep, but I can't, since I'm not awake to begin with. I close my eyes and wait for the sun to rise, as I have all the time in the world.