It was raining.

I look up, up at the sky, as if pleading for something.

I'm all alone again.

The people passing by don't even look at me. Why would they? I'm just a child. I can't do anything for myself.

I look at my hands. Dirty, as usual. Just comes to show how easy it is being an orphan. Suddenly, a figure walks toward me. I look up and see a girl my age holding a bag at her side. She has short hair in pigtails and a large pink bow on her head. She smiles at me, and offers me the bag. I cock my head, wondering what could be inside. She giggles as I pick it up with my thumb and forefinger, and sits down next to me, hugging her knees to her chest the same way I am. I open the bag and there is a slice of stawberry shortcake.

"Eat it." I glance at her. Without uttering a word, I pick off the strawberry and examine it. "Go ahead. It doesn't bite." She laughs. I take a bite of the strawberry, its juicy flavor filling my mouth. The first real food I will taste in a long time. She hands me a small fork.

It's amazing what such a small token can do for a person. I will never forget this.

I finish the cake quickly, taking up its taste and the fact that this will be my last true meal for a while. She gets up quuickly and leaves.

Once again, I am alone. What is this?

Day after day, she comes back, bringing me chocolate bars and marshmallows, sometimes more cake.

"So what's your name?" She asks one day. I make an L with my thumb and forefinger. She laughs. 'I guess I'll call you L then."

The last day I see her she brings me another slice of cake. She gets up to leave, but bends down and kisses my cheeck before running off. I bring my hand up, feeling the spot where she kissed me.

An unfamiliar feeling rises up inside me, a mixture of paranoia and pure bliss.

She is about to cross the street when a large truck comes around the corner. I don't think. I only act. This will be the first time I speak in years.

"Look out!" I cry, shooting up, but I am too late. The truck pases by and knocks her to the ground. I run to her and try to drag her out of the street. She shivers, still awake but torn and bleeding. It starts to snow as I drag her back and try to bandage her wounds with pieces of cloth I rip from my shirt. She gently holds up a hand to stop me.

"Don't bother, L. It's my time to go now." she whispers, holding my hand. I shake my head.

"I don't even know your name." I choke. Why does everyone I love end up dying before me? She coughs and points to the snow falling down.

"Yuki?" I ask. She nodds weakly before closing her eyes. "Yuki!" I try to wake her, but she is gone.

Yuki is the reason I eat sweets. They remind me of her kindness.

When I die, I go peacefully, because I know she is waiting for me, with that warm smile on her face.