A/N: Holy late chapter, Batman! Sorry, guys. Blame my crazy stress over finals and homework. This was extremely therapeutic to write, and I'm pretty sure that all my angst ended up here. Because that's new. XD I know I swore I'd do Matsuda for this chapter, but damn, that guy is surprisingly hard to write. Rest assured that I am trying, though.
Who is Light?
Light is the first person killed by Kira, buried back behind a little black notebook and cut from the world with the stroke of a pen.
Light is Lawliet's friend; Kira is L's enemy
Light is a smile that brightens the room and tells a lie at the exact same time without him even knowing it
Light is the golden child and always will be, though he would have liked a chance to be silver just once.
Light is a picture crumpled in a wallet that shows a tiny family of four smiling innocently into the camera, not knowing that they are the last memory left of the Before, unaware that their real-life counterparts- the ones who are still alive- are now only glaring signs of the After.
Light is a mirror, and eventually he will shatter.
Light is a book that's covered in the fingerprints of a child who wanted to know everything... and almost succeeded.
Light is pretending to be perfect, and pretending that he believes his own lies.
Light is Sayu's Big Brother and she just can't give up on him, no matter how many times she has to tell herself that he still loves her.
Light is remembering that he's still human.
Light is a cliché, the night in shining armor, bound to the story books he used to read as a kid and still sort of believe, just a little bit.
Light is a corner, the sharp edge that catches you in the side like a thorn when you happen to brush against it.
Light is a rose, because he's beautiful, and he will make you bleed.
Light is obsessive compulsive, because it only makes sense that the god of the new world wants perfection.
Light is failing a test on purpose just to see what it actually feels like to get something wrong for once.
Light is broken, and he scatters across the room like so much color.
Light is a web, woven over the years, and his strands are made of lies and fire-like ashes that only one person ever escaped from.
Light is a car crash, and the world can't look away.
Light is not evil. He doesn't know what he is, but he knows that much for sure.
Light is an angel, because even angels fall.
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-Eggy