Okay, I was, like, really bored and depressed when I wrote this. I'm sorry to anyone who breaks down crying, though I seiously doubt it.

Don't. Freaking. Own. Death. Note. (If I did, L, Mello, Matt, A, BB, and any other Whammy kids we know live. And freaking darn LIGHT would have died before killing L. :D Light's dead! XD

I sat on the ground, not allowing myself to cry, no matter how badly I wanted to. I stare at the cross, standing erect over the flat headstone. L couldn't be dead, he was L.Mello's body shook violently.

"You aren't dead! You can't be dead! You can't leave us like this..!" he screams at the grave.

The black clouds above us rumble, threatening to open up. I make no move to get to some sort of shelter. Maybe rain would be a good thing today. It would help to smooth the mound of earth that looks like a scar on this grassy hilltop.

Just then, the clouds part, and a shaft of sunlight filters down on the soil. Standing behind the cross is a ghostly figure. It was resting one hand on the wooden cross, the other dangling at its side limply. It was dressed in grayish-white, baggy clothes and radiated strength and peace. Long black hair obscures his eyes.

"L..?" I ask, terrified. Sad, black eyes look up at us, and the figure nods.

"I've come to say goodbye." a voice whispers, only not from any distinct source. It seemed to come from my heart. He reaches a hand towards us. "I must go now, I served my time here. Its time for me to go home." His form wavers, and I fear he will disappear. He looks up at the sky, only visible where the sun breaks through.

Words both Mello and I left unspoken found voices, only not from our mouths. The words were spoken as one from our hearts. "Please, come back to us."