This is Thursday. I do not own Death Note or Indica's Eerie Eden(which is a nice song! Go listen to it on YouTube or something).
Eerie Eden
He was defeated.
Since Light had touched him twice in the past three days, his craving for Light had only increased. Yes, he dared to call it a craving. His body craved for more contact and, much more important, for more of Light's touch. He himself didn't need this at all. He hated the feeling, it made him feel weak.
Totally devastated. He was using – which felt like – his last days to feel miserable over something he couldn't change and/or his feelings. Perhaps Light was right, should he really get up and prepare work for the Task Force so that they thought they had a purpose. Feeling miserable didn't help anyone. Slowly he got to his feet and staggered forward, trying to find his balance again after two days of only sitting, not even moving an inch. He felt his stomach aching and moved his hands to clutch the painful thing. In the movement he leaned too far forward and fell.
Only he didn't hit the ground as he thought he would. He was caught before he could. Still he felt like swimming in the air...
He was caught, but still falling ever so slowly...