The astonished look on my face was a huge contrast with his. A smirk was lingering on his visage, which caused my body to shake in an even more unbearable pain. I knew by the way he looked at me that I had been right and that no matter what, I would have died. My eyes were watering at the sight. Even if he was holding me in the most caring ways, he still had betrayed me, someone he used to call his friend. I unlocked my gaze from his arrogant smile, letting my eyes rest on his own. Through his eyes I could now see everything he had within him. I looked at him, he looked at me. He smile slipped away, his eyes became dark with sadness. Realization had finally hit him. The emotions he had tried to hide in a corner of his mind were now coming to surface. The truth was that he couldn't live without me. All this time we had spent together had created links, awfully tight links, and it was only now, with me dying in his arms, that he had understood. To everyone's surprise, he gathered me up in his arms, not saying a thing and went to the room adjacent to ours. A pile of dust was on the floor, upon it was laying the Death Note. He picked it up, trying his best not to cause me any pain. Everyone had fallowed us and everyone's gaze was on him as he opened the Death Note. He flipped the page tensely, then, he suddenly stopped. On the page were only two names written, but just one seemed to interest him. L. Lawliet. I looked up at his face, as he whispered "So you really are L." He smiled at me, for the first time, a real smile. Grabbing a pen from his pocket, he turned his face in direction of the notebook, still clutched in his hand, and scribbled a name down. Though I wanted him to stop, no sound came from mouth. He sat down on the floor, still holding me close to chest. He turned his head toward me. Slowly, he brought his face close to mine and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was light, filled with passion and apologizes. Blissful it was, for I could sense every fibre of his soul. I could feel wet strains gliding down our cheeks. He pulled away, only to bring me tighter to him. Slightly, my mind started to drift away, but it didn't matter anymore, because now I knew. I closed my eyes, the image of his face in my head.
The Death Note was resting open on the floor. Three names could be read:
Quillish Wammy
L. Lawliet
Light Yagami