Author's Note: When Beyond is speaking with other characters while in Italy, such as Vittoria, he is not speaking in English. He's actually speaking Italian, though I'd rather not put translations all over the place.

I actually told Vittoria everything. I told her about my childhood: growing up in Wammy's House with only one person on my side. I didn't leave a single detail out - or lie about anything. And after telling her about A's death, along with L's reaction to it, I ended my story.

"After leaving the orphanage, I went off to Los Angeles... And that's why I killed those three people. That's why I created the case. And I attempted suicide at the end for two reasons.. One, to create a case L could never solve by killing the murderer behind it all. And two, because I did want to die. I figured it would solve everything."

Kill two birds with one stone.

Vittoria blinked. She didn't know what to say at first, though I don't think it was in fear of saying the wrong thing. This girl never hesitated or feared anything. I believe she was truly at a loss. I didn't seem so monstrous anymore. I wasn't exactly pure in her eyes, I never could be to anyone, but I wasn't evil.

"I'm sorry." She said dumbly.

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't need 'Sorry's from anyone, especially a soon-to-be victim, now did I? "Now don't go changing your opinion on me, Vittoria. I know how you teenage girls are." I smirked and did my best impression.

"Oh, he's actually a sweet guy deep down inside! I can change him, I know I can!" I grinned.

She scoffed. "Fuck off, I'm not like that."

I laughed. "Believe me, I can already tell you're much different than that."

And she was. Because after that, we talked at least once a day. By Saturday I knew there was a possibility I could grow attached to her. By Sunday I confirmed it. By Tuesday I undid the restraints, because she confirmed it too.

I knew her lifespan only had about two months left, but I really didn't want those two months to pass. I started growing attached to her, and she wanted to be with me. As crazy as it was, she started actually caring about me. I learned everything I could about her, and her about me. She didn't live at home anymore, so her disappearance wasn't questioned when I granted her access to a phone.

Time flew, and I wasn't the slightest bit concerned about leaving Italy. Not even for my own life. No, only hers. Because every day I saw those numbers tick down closer and closer to 0. A month passed, only one more to go. It was hard for me to look away from the red numbers floating above her head. At times.. It seemed like they were taunting me.

I never told her about my eyes... Because if I did, she'd ask when her death date was. And I'd never tell. It was bad enough I had to live in fear, I would never put her through the same. I wanted her during her last month alive to be the happiest she'd ever been.

...Two days before her last day alive.. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. She just thought I was sick, and I guess I was.

I snuck out of bed in the middle of the night, pulled on my boxers, and went downstairs. Normally an ideal midnight snack would be a jar of strawberry jam, but I couldn't really stomach anything. I wanted so badly to stop time... To stop her from dying. But I knew I couldn't. No matter what, even if I held her in my arms the entire day, something would happen. Her death would find a way to happen. Because it was destined to be in two days.

I was so distracted with my own thoughts, I didn't even hear her light footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Beyond?" She called me tiredly. She only knew a little English, but knowing my name was enough. "What are you doing awake?"

I turned my gaze towards her, and offered a small smile. "Ah, sorry... I had a bad dream."

"What about?"

I sighed. "The usual. Don't worry about it.. You should go back to sleep."

She frowned. "Fine, but you will join me."

"I have a feeling you're going to force me to anyway."

"That's right."

I smirked. "Fine.. I'll be up in a minute."

"Okay." She bit her lip. "Beyond... Ti amo."

I love you.

I didn't know what I should say to that. We've been together for two months, kissed, went on dates, had sex, lived in the same house... And I did love her. But admitting that was extremely difficult, since I wouldn't know her for much longer. She knew it was hard for me to say, but she figured it was just because of the devastating loss I had with A. And that was another main reason.

"I love you too."

End of Flashback

I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip, an old habit I picked up since I was a kid. I think my doctor might have noticed too, considering he started writing again right after he saw.

"If you're comfortable... Could you tell me how she died?"

Of course I would. Because I didn't think I had any other choice.

Flashback

I actually fell asleep beside her, after I swore I'd stay awake and watch her throughout the night. My eyes snapped open and I looked around, but the bed was empty. On her pillow was a note, written in Italian.

Beyond, I went to the store. You looked a bit pale... Paler than usual! ;) I thought you might like some strawberry jam when you wake up, and we don't have any more.

-Vittoria.

"Shit.." I cursed and pulled on my clothes, barely slipping on my shoes before I ran out of the house. I immediately started running in the direction of the store, ignoring weird looks I got from the people around me. Her lifespan must have only had ten minutes by now! Ten minutes... Ten minutes... Was that enough time? It had to be!

"Come on.. Come on.. You better have gone to this store, Vittoria..!"

I saw her down the block... But what I saw behind her made me almost freeze in my tracks.

It wasn't really the person behind her I was shocked to see, rather what he was holding.

A gun.

He ran into the small convenience store behind her, and I could tell this was some sort of robbery. My heart was pounding and I couldn't breathe well, but I didn't care about that. All that mattered was running faster, and saving Vittoria's life.

I pushed open the doors, and all heads turned to me. The guy pointed his gun at me instead of the cashier, who was hurriedly dumping money from the register into a bag. I growled and pulled out my knife, prepared to kill him before he could do anything.

"Beyond!"

I heard Vittoria jump up and run towards me.

"No!" It seemed as though I could only warn her in slow motion.

The gun was shot... And she was hit. I couldn't jump in front of her in time. She wasn't even near me... If she was, I would have gladly taken the bullet for her.

I held her in my arms as she bled, and the shooter looked so petrified at what he'd done, that he took off running from the store. I heard the sirens of ambulances in the distance, but I was barely paying attention to anything or anyone but her. She only had fourty eight seconds...

"Vittoria.. I love you."

"I love you... too..." She coughed.

"I'm so sorry, I should have protected you!" I started crying. "I should have saved you!"

"Shhh, you couldn't... You couldn't..." She was coughing on her own blood, and I... I couldn't do anything!

"I am so sorry... To leave you... Beyond..." She looked so apologetic... Because she knew what this loss would do to me... And it killed me inside! Hurt me worse than any bullet ever could!

End of Flashback

I was shaking by the time my story was finished, grateful for the cup of water I had. "She died in my arms... And I couldn't stay. I would've been caught.. So I had to leave. I had to leave, and I somehow escaped alive. I went to America after that. And even though I knew she was going to die... I was nowhere near prepared."

My doctor nodded sympathetically. "I am deeply sorry you had to go through the loss of a loved one, BB, let alone more than once. I couldn't ever imagine-"

I cut him off. "It's alright. What's done is done. I don't need apologies, that won't help anything."

It never would. And maybe I was meant to lose her. Because no matter what, I'll always be alone. I vowed I would never get close to anyone after her. And I never did.