Last Note
As I was waiting for my room-mate to arrive my eyelids droops and I settled myself into a corner of my box. I was preparing to sink into a semi-conscious state some may call 'dosing' when a thin, pristine, white envelope slid through the food hatch in my door. Tilting my head I roused myself and examined it closely. Never in my time here had I received any sort of communication with the outside world. This letter was most likely the cleanest thing I had seen in the 8 years I had spent here, it evidently had not been here long. I crouched and clambered over to it, carefully picking it up between my thumb and forefinger before flipping it over. Printed perfectly on the top side of the letter was a black L. My blood ran cold and I shook, my crimson gaze widening to make me seem like some sort of demonic creature. This was… unexpected. To say the least. I opened it with trembling hands and read the enclosed letter.
Beyond,
My apologies for everything. I hope that what happens next will allow you to recover at least somewhat from what you have been put through. I believe you know that Wammys house is still active? Then you should know that my replacement will soon be taking over from me. As and when this happens I will be freed of my duties and able to do as I please. Of course I will continue solving cases under a different Alias, and assist my successors however I may require some help. Consider it.
I hope we may meet in the future.
~Lawliet.
Stunned. Stunned would be the word to describe what I felt. I had written to L all those years ago but only because I was asked to. That he would ever write to me was… impossible. But he had, and he had apologised, admitted he was wrong. L never did that. He was emotionless, he was ruthless, he was… not L anymore I realised. he must have developed these qualities to ensure he could function in his work, but if he was taking a break then he would not need them. That stuff about not being L? I didn't believe it for a second, that was the guys life, not even his bone-headed successors would take that from him. But he seemed genuine about not taking on every case thrown his way. But what was that about 'what happens next'?
…
My new roommate? No, surely not, he would not know about that, he was a world-wide famous detective working on multiple cases with hundreds of deaths and billions of pounds at stake to different government agencies. –yeah I know, no pressure right?- He wouldn't be keeping track of me.
These thoughts swirled about my head and my eyes drooped, I was overwhelmed and hadn't slept in what felt like forever. Hey, eventually even insomniacs have to crash. I sunk slowly into unconsciousness with the feeling that I was missing something and almost jolted awake again when I realised what it was,
'I hope we may meet in the future.'