SPOILERS FOR PAGE.104. I mean it. Get out now if you haven't read at least to page.99.
I mean it. Okay? Are you all gone now?
Um... Near POV... basically. The first sentence and the idea had been lurking in my head for about a week, and a few nights ago the rest of the fic kindly decided to appear.
Disclaimer: Nope... Death Note is not mine. If it were, I would have those puppets already.
Gratitude
I
keep trying to twist my gratitude into something he would accept.
"Thank
you, Mello. From the bottom of my heart, with all that I am, thank
you."
But
he would just sneer at that, and spit through bitter lips the words
"For what?"
What
can I answer to that?
"Thank
you for acting as you did; the results aided me greatly"?
"Thank
you for enabling me to use your under-thought actions one last time"?
"Thank
you; your death saved my life"?
In
the end, it all reduces to "Thank you that it was you and not me."
No
That's
not it. I'm not grateful you're dead, Mello. I could never be
grateful for that.
I'm
grateful that I'm alive. I'm infinitely grateful for that, so
grateful that it pains me you can't hear my appreciation, and it
pains me that I can't transform my gratitude into something to
which you'd consent.
Thank
you, Mello.
Thank
you.
Please…
I forgot how much I hate ff.n formatting.
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