I'm not sure why, but I wanted to write a little something for everyone's favourite, adorable, little Albino.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. To my eternal sorrow.
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I hope you like it!
White.
I am white.
Cold. Empty. Blank. Justice. Albino.
I am all of those. But most of all, I am white.
I am cold- always cold. I think I may have problems with my circulation.
I am empty- I feel nothing, just endless lethargy.
I am blank- just an endless expanse of white, colourless.
I am justice- now that L is gone, Mello is gone, Matt is gone, and Kira is gone, I am justice, hiding behind a single black letter.
I am an Albino- it's not even unique, just rare. But it's who I am, and I like it.
My earliest memory is of blackness, of the dark room I spent the first four years of my life in. White is an escape. Wammy's was, for me, the best thing that could ever have happened, I was smart, and I knew it. In a school of genii, I was the best.
Now, I am L.
I should be happy- it was all I wanted, nothing could have been better. But I'm not. I'm empty.
Before, white was better things to come. It was hope.
Now, white is my prison.
One day, I wish, I hope, I fear, someone will find me. They will take this cold, blank, empty embodiment of justice and fill it with colour.