Author's Note: Hullo it is I again. Sorry about this horrible ending...
It was rather dull...

I do not own Death Note...
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Linda stood in the doorway, looking at Near.
Her bottom lip quivered as she looked at the burnt paper in his hand.
From what was left, she could easily tell that is was her drawling. The one that had gone missing. And to here to what? Be burned?
How could he?
Why would he?
They were friends....weren't they? Not to long ago they sat together and talked as if so. And it was amazing. Something Linda would most defiantly look foreword too later on...
But now. She wanted to run away. Go cry somewhere till it faded away and he was forgotten.

The school. Perhaps she would just go there now. Let Rodger know she was leaving and Near would be a thing of the , this was childish thing to be mad at him for.
It was only that she had made it. While being inspired by him. So seeing it like this made Linda feel unwelcome.
Unappreciated.
Unloved.

"Linda." Near said, still looking at the paper. "Please don't jump to conclusions."

Don't jump to conclusions...? Was he say that he had not done this...? Yes! That's was it! Near didn't do this. He wouldn't have.

A smile slipped on her face as she moved a bit closer. But it fell again as she looked at the page. She had to know what happened.
"Who..." She asked quietly. "Who did it?"
"Mello." There was no hesitation in his voice. He would let her know who it was. He wouldn't lie. But he should take some credit. After all, he should have returned it in the first place.

"Mello huh?" A small laugh escaped her. Reaching out, Linda grabbed the picture from Near. "I see." It was fine then. Believing that Mello had done it wasn't hard. In fact, she just passed him in the hall when he gave her a small grin. An evil, selfish one. The picture was destroyed. Completely lost, other than the top of his ivory strands. But that was fine. After all, what he had loved most was his hair. Well, after his personality and kindness.
Linda laughed to herself, out loud. Opening her eyes, she looked to Near.

His head was cocked towards her. What was wrong? Suddenly laughing out of no where. "Linda?" He said, quietly.

"Yes Near, I am fine." Came the reply quickly. "Everything is fine. But I have something to ask you..." Her soft eyes turned up to his. There was no threat. Nothing other than pure curiosity and happiness. "Why did you have my drawling...?"

Meeting her eyes, he sighed. This is what he was afraid of. For once, he had no answer. So that was simply it. He couldn't reply, other than with, "I don't know."

"I see." But she smiled now. That seemed enough for her. But as he watched quietly, her head fell and the brown strands covered her face completely.

The school...She thought. I have to ask him about the school. Before, she was ready to go. But that was when she totally blamed him for the picture being burned. But now...
"Near..."

"Hmm....Yes?" Biting her lip, she pulled in a deep breath before meeting his eyes. "I was offered to attend a school in Russia...For the arts."

So she would be leaving then? The thought of her leaving was a surprising disappointment. But none the less, it was a great opportunity.
"Alright, sounds good."

Then that was it. He didn't care. He simply tossed it aside. It sounded good... That was worse. He liked the idea of her leaving. It was no fair. Here she had really started to find something worth while. To enjoy her artwork with.
Gasping slightly, she covered her was too embarassing for her. Oh how stupid she must look for reacting like this. Anyone else would be delighted for the support.

"Linda...?" He said again, in the same tone he had before. A slightly worried one, and this time she didn't tell him she was fine. For she wasn't. Feeling tears line her eyes, she looked up to him, meeting his cold eyes. They were always cold. Deep grey pools on guard.
"Don't you care for me at all?" Linda blurted out, shaking her head. "Do you even care if I was to disappear and never see you again? Am I just another kid here? Why won't you answer me? Please Near....I need to know."

Everything came out at once. Stupid. She was acting utterly stupid.

Near gave no immediate response. Nor did he find the right words instantly. What was her problem? This was so....sudden. It was as if she expected him to beg her to stay. Of course he would enjoy her company over most anyone at Wammy's...But wasn't that obvious enough?
"Linda, you're more than another kid here. No. I'd call you a friend even." He gave a slight smile then, before turning his head back to the puzzle, placing the pieces in place. "However how could feelings get in the way of this opportunity. As a friend I encouraged you to go."

A friend..?Smiling, her eyes softened, and she pulled back the tears. So she was being childish. Over reacting. He did care. He wanted her to stay.
"Oh Near. I see. Thank you." Wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug, she whispered quietly "But I don't think I will go."