*Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or either characters.
Just a quick cute little oneshot.
It's a little angsty, but i like it.
I hope you do to.
Please read and reply
xx
What Is It Like?
What is it like to be alone? To be sitting in the rain, under a small alcove on the streets, barely keeping dry and barely keeping warm?
What is it like to look up at the moon, thinking about someone that you truly love, someone that you lost a long time ago, and know that they won't be doing the same?
What is it like to look down at your hands, and hate everything they have done? Every time they touched him, leaving memories that are now too painful to think about? Every time they hit, and every time they killed?
What is it like to feel like a piece of dirt? To feel so isolated from all the passersby, who glance at you, and then turn away in disgust?
What is it like to desire a friend so badly it hurts? To be so preoccupied in torturous thoughts that only need an embrace of a friend to cure?
What is it like to be on the verge of dying, wishing that every breath would be your last, and that the cold would finally win its battle over your body and persuade it to perish under a pile of snow?
What is it like to see your reflection in a nearby puddle and be filled with revulsion? To have a fresh scar, still seeping blood tarnish the side of your face, skin peeled to reveal raw flesh and sparking flares of pain?
What is it like to feel a hand upon your shoulder, and look up to see an angel looking back at you? To see the face you wished upon the moon for standing by your side?
What is it like to feel the embrace of a long lost friend, who after all these years still loves you? Who looks at your deformities with concern and not disgust?
What is it like to go from the depths of hell to the height of heaven with the simple brush of lips upon yours?
What is it like to see your life shattered at your feet, only to be restored with a flash of vibrant cherry hair?
What is it like to look into a pair of goggles and see eyes filled with hope reflected back at you? And then to realise those eyes are yours?
What is it like to leave the darkness, and walk hand in hand to brighter, happier world?
What is it like to love?
What is it like to be Mihael Keehl?