I close my eyes and i see his face. The beautiful red of his eyes against the pale colour of his skin framed by the black of his hair. "Oh, B, Why do you get yourself in such predicaments?" I mutter to myself as I walk into the police station. "Beyond Birthday." I tell the clerk when she asks who I am here to see. I close my eyes and imagine it is his hands on my body as they search me. I imagine that I can touch him again. That I can kiss him again. That I can wake up next to him and whisper I love you softly as I fall back asleep. When they are done I follow the man with the gun. Step by step. Tile by tile. Turn by turn. I have counted the steps on this walk thousands of times. 262 steps to him. 258. 243. With 224 steps left my feet automatically stop. My arms go out, and I imagine his hands again. I begin walking again. With 114 steps left His face comes into view. With 108 left he sees me. with 82 I stop at a door. With 42 I mutter his name "Beyond." with 30 he mutters mine. "Lawliet" With two i reach to touch him. With one my hand is smacked down. "No touching" The armed man says.
"B" I breathe out and my legs bend into the chair.
"L" He whispers back. "Long time no see."
My emotional self is a side that only two people (not including Watari) has seen, only one is still alive, and that is B. "Indeed."