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AN: So sorry it took so long to update, my computer got a nasty virus and I lost everything in it including the drafts to this story. Safe to say restarting this was quite a bear. This is the big finale! If you don't like it I'm really sorry but I did my best to end on a happy note. HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
Also I do not own anything Death note related :p
"L, please wait!" I called out to him as he began to vanish.
"Wake up" All at once he was gone. The shadow world was gone. I opened my eyes to my room. I was surrounded by my posters. They're eyes stared at me, watching my suffering with uncaring eyes. In a rage that completely consumed me, I jumped up and ripped them from my wall. I wanted to rip them apart the same way my heart was being torn apart.
I fell to my knees and surrendered myself to my pain. I let the tears spill down my cheeks and fall to the floor. I let out a scream to try to relieve the pressure in my chest. To let out the pain that threatened to make me burst. From the corner of my eye I saw my reflection in the mirror. Another wave of rage rushed over me and consumed my pain wracked mind the way a wildfire consumes a fallen tree.
I stood and took a few steps to the full length mirror. I drew my arm back and lunged forward. The glass cracked beneath my fist but did not shatter. My reflection still stared back at me. I drew my arm back and punched again. This time my hand went through and the glass shattered. Shards of glass tinkled as it fell to the hard wood floor. I felt the skin on my knuckles split from the sharp edges of the broken glass. My blood dripped to the floor to join the glass that still reflected pieces of my reflection.
I heard the lock on the front door click and the door creaked open. The screen door clanged shut and I heard my mom's heels click on the floor and the door shut softly. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the remains of the mirror. "Light?" I heard her call out. "You better not be in bed!" I heard my door open. I heard her gasp as she beheld the scene before her. I knew what she was seeing. My posters torn from the walls and torn up on the floor and me standing against the broken mirror, holding my bloody hand; blood dripping among the shards of glass.
I heard her purse drop to the floor and felt her arms surround me. "Baby, what happened?" her voice was panicked and she held me tight. I couldn't respond. All I could do was cry harder and hold on to my mom. She led me to the bathroom and wrapped my hand in gauze before she drove me to the hospital to get my hand stitched up. When we got home, I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want anything.
A month later school started again. I couldn't help but look for L around the school on the first day. I knew I wouldn't find him. I didn't see him in my dreams anymore either. He kept his word when he said that he was going to go away. Almost every day I would go to his grave and leave flowers. I would talk to him about what I was thinking and how things were going with school. Sometimes I find myself wondering where he went after he left. I wondered if he was still sitting in the dark somewhere or if he had gone on to a better place. I hoped it was the second. I also wondered if he could even hear me wherever he was. I thought he could.
Misa ended up going out with some football jock soon after we broke up. I wished her the best and apologized for being such an ass. She apologized for throwing water on me and telling to rot when I was still grieving. We forgave each other and stayed friends. I still occasionally would call her over when I needed a friend.
I sat in front of L's grave today and became lost in my thoughts. A few yards down, something caught my attention. A man maybe a little older than me was placing flowers on a grave. I felt the need to go say something to him. I got up and walked over to introduce myself. "Hey there!" I called out to him.
He was startled and looked at me. "Hi" he said it like a question. His eyes looked around nervously.
"What? I'm not gonna do anything." I held up my arms and didn't move any closer.
"Most people don't hang out at cemeteries and jump out at people unless they're out for something." he eyed me suspiciously.
"Or if they come every day to talk to they're dead best friend." I smiled.
"Ahah, so you admit that you have mental problems." he smiled back as he teased me.
"I did?" I laughed.
"No not really, I do the same. Nice to meet you, I'm Matsuda." His smile was warm and friendly.
"Light." I held out my hand and he shook it. We ended up running into each other a few more times at the cemetery and we would talk. After the fourth time I asked for his number. We started texting and talking to each other more. It turns out that his boyfriend was buried in that cemetery. He would go every day to talk to him the same way I would talk to L.
A few years later I finally asked him to go out with me. I will probably always love L unlike any other. But L was gone. Matsuda didn't replace L but I loved him just as much. I would still visit L's grave and Matsuda would visit his old boyfriend but the visits were less frequent. I knew L would understand. I believe that L was actually watching me from wherever he is, smiling down at me. I'll never forget him.
