Author note: I'm in a particularly emo mood. Do not question me.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Shh.
See
all those people on the ground
Wasting
time
Standing atop the tallest building.
Looking down to the lives below him. Going about their business peacefully.
Peacefully but with the fear of 'god' firmly in them… so perhaps…
Decidedly not peacefully but, for the most part, normally. Comfortably.
He hadn't that luxury. That privilege.
Not since he was 5, he thought, had he ever smiled earnestly. Or enjoyed life.
I
try to hold it all inside
But
just for tonight
For a moment, he considered turning away from the crowd below.
And falling.
Crossing his arms coffin-style and letting gravity consume him.
A fairly logical outlook, from his point of view.
He was going to die anyways…
Might as well be by his own doing.
The
top of the world
Sitting
here wishing
No, he thought, I have to come to terms with this, if it's the last thing I do.
A melancholic side thought:
Because it will indefinitely be the last thing I do.
He had to forgive…
Because if he didn't, there wouldn't be a single good thing he'd ever done in his life.
The
things I've become
That
something is missing
He wanted to forgive.
This person was admittedly his 'only friend'. And as stupid as it was to him, he could accept death.
If it was by his hands that he met his end. He would be fine with that.
Because the boy fought so damn well.
He was an equal.
Maybe
I...
But
what do I know
He laughed at himself, walking away from the edge of the building.
He was in no further position to be thinking about their 'struggle'.
It was close to an end and he felt stupid for dwelling on it.
But still, today was a day he felt particularly alive.
…And he was going to die..
…Just goes to show how much he really did know.
And
now it seems that I have found
Nothing
at all
He'd already considered every single way out of it. Make no mistake.
And none would work.
Perhaps buy him a day or two at best,
Worthless.
He really felt stupid…
I
want to hear your voice out loud
Slow
it down, slow it down
He really wished the boy was here now, for some reason.
He had been thinking about him for some time, and it felt rude to do it when he wasn't around.
Like gossip, or something more cliché.
He wasn't one for that.
He just wanted to talk to him earnestly. He'd never…
Without
it all
I'm
choking on nothing
He noticed dismissively that he was… crying.
That was abnormal, but didn't bother him. He felt more human that way.
He wasn't sure if it was in his head or not but…
The bells.
The bells were loud today.
It's
clear in my head
And
I'm screaming for something
He was a killer. He was a mass murderer.
He used people… He had no sympathy!
He had no problem taking the life of his comrades.
And what's more, he was his only friend.
…He was needed.
He was familiar.
Knowing nothing is better than knowing it all
Light was Kira.
And L was going to forgive him.
On my own
"…Ryuuzaki, what are you doing out here?"
…On my own
"The bells, they're loud."
L was still crying, but rain was a clever camouflage.