This is my first time publishing a fanfiction, and I know you're thinking 'wow I dont really care shes just begging for approval'. This is a overdramatized drabble from the dark depths of my mind full of clichés and shakespeare references. Either that or just total crap. I hope you can appreciate it and give feedback and if not still give feedback. Thanks!
There is no need to deny it or build me up to your own expectations with a single glance. I am nameless, reduced to a sheer letter L, and isolated. I am lower than hell itself, colder than ice, but lonelier than the moon and sun,(always missing each other by mere seconds). Do not look at me. That look of admiration and pity concealed in the glaze of your eyes clogs my throat and throws my stomach to the ground. How could, no rather, who would love a man with no name? The man that cannot sit correctly and therefore resembles a bird perched on a phone wire. The man that spends his days trying to very well kill the man he loves. What would he name me? No word is harsh enough. No word can describe how small and insignificant my life is. No word but one letter.
My name is L.
Am I a monster? Am I a dictator bound for the same fate a Julius Caesar? My name has lost its meaning. Ratio, Light, I am supposed to brighten the world and provide hope. That was my goal, that was my only pride. But now… I wonder who, or rather, what am I? Surely I am no longer Light. Should he call me Yami, Darkness. I suppose the most logical answer would be to call me Kira, Killer, as I am known as such to the world. I am and always will be Killer. Who could love a killer? Who could love a man so self centered, such a tyrant, so unstable? Who is mad enough to basically commit suicide. No one, not even the man that I adore. The man I have come to call Love in my own sick fantasies. The man that is known to the rest of the world as L.