I stand here now, a criminal of Japan. How many have I killed now? I lost count so long ago. There was that FBI agent and his girlfriend, Misa, Dad,
I have given up after your death. Ryuzaki. The name itself pierces my heart like a thousand daggers sharpened to the point of needles.
Kira is no more. Nor is the Death Note. After my confession I shall have Ryuk burn it. The Death Note will be gone. As is my greatest rival and friend.
The notebook in hand I begin to write the fateful letters. The final name that shall be written here.
L
I
G
I see the L. It makes me think of you. What would you have done if you were me? If you knew?
H
T
The first word is finished. Only six letters are left.
Y
A
G
Do you see me now? Wherever you are?
A
M
I
I sigh. It is done. My life will end in sixty seconds as will my suffering. I see you in my mind, the memory flawless. It makes me sad that I won't be able to join you, wherever I'm going. It sickens me how it had to end. How I had to kill you before I realized the truth.
Then there is pain. My heart hurts. I fall to the ground. Is this the pain you felt?
I welcome the feeling. I want this; this sweet death.
Ryuzaki.
My vision is fading. But as all begins to darken I see you. Your eyes are as dark as your black hair, still in a state. Your skin still so pale. I smile. I cannot see your expression in the blur.
Hate me.
Despise me.
Beat me till I can't stand.
I want you to do those things to me. Let me burn in Hell or eternity for what I did to you.
I only regret that I could not tell you my feelings while we were alive. That I could not hold you in my arms and kiss your lips.
Numbness.
Blackness.
I'm fading. I am gone.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
Goodbye.
