L was gone.
He wasn't playing a joke, though she had never known him as the type to do such a thing, he was really gone.
All because of that fucking Kira.
Seven beautiful, wonderful, and loving years together.
She hated Kira.
She hated him with such a passion that she would gladly journey to Hell in order to drag him down with her.
How was she supposed to go on without Lawliet?
She slowly lowered herself into the bathtub, letting the scorching water turn her pale skin a painful-looking rouge.
She eyed the gleaming tiles glued to the walls of the bathroom. Hundreds of pictures lined the walls: L and her at the beach, L hunched over his computer, their High School Graduation...
L's razor was especially sharp; she had gotten him this one for Christmas- one of those single-blade barbershop razors.
Gently pressing her lips to the most recently taken picture of her late lover, she smiled.
"Wait for me, Lawliet."
The water bled red.
February 22, 2009. 18:40.
Harper Kumiko commits suicide: she cuts an artery in her wrist, and bleeds out.
He shut his book, smiling cruelly, "I am God."