Dear L-
You're not dead. Right?
Of course you're not. You were never supposed to die. Only stupid people die. And you're not stupid.
You did this on purpose. Right?
You thought Near and I would work together this way, drawn together by the mutual trauma of your death. And it would've, too, had it been up to Near. Had I not just gotten out of a fight with the sheep when I found out.
You knew a lot of things. More than most people. But you never really knew me, did you? You never bothered to know me, to know Near... Hell, you didn't even spend a day with us.
I just wanted one day.
I never fucking met you. And now I'm trying as hard as I can to be you.
You know that Near misses you? Yeah. He never met you-not fucking once-but he still does. He never wanted to be L. I think that's why I hate him so much. It all comes so fucking easy to him.
He deserves to know you.
There. I said it. Even the fucking sheep deserves more than you gave him.
Watari was a better role model than you ever were, but that doesn't mean we didn't idolize you.
And now that you're dea- gone, everything has fallen apart. I ran away, you know? I couldn't take it anymore. There was no point in staying, anyway. I always knew Near would win.
And now I'm going to die, chasing your fucked-up legacy.
Wherever you are-because we all know you don't deserve death, that you don't deserve not to clean up your own mess-I hope you're happy.
I fucking hope you know that, even though you're not dead, I wish it turned out differently.
-M
