Side-Note: I was thinking of new ideas of FEA when writing this, so pardon the WftR vibe. I was totally in that zone when writing this drabble. Lol. For those who don't know what I'm talking about... don't worry about it. Just read. ^.^;
Title: Accidental Silhouettes
Chapter Seven: Dawn
He had never thought that once he had died and fallen into the dark abyss that most people feared that he would miss the beginnings of morning light the most.
There was no real passage of time here in this ocean of never-ending infinity, and all L saw after miles and miles of walking was sand and rocks.
Death really was his worst nightmare come to life.
Yet if there was one thing he missed more than the mornings filled with work, peace and caffeine, he refused to say.
(Yet words were no longer necessary in a place like this…)