*So... Like MJ in his televised conference, all I have to say is "This is it!". So glad you guys stuck with me till the end, and I hope that anybody who stumbles upon this even after I'm done with it will accept my thanks as well; seriously, why put yourself through this? Lol.
It was a nice run you guys. Now, to go gloat in front of my friend's face and do my awesome victory dance in peace...
GOODBYE DRABBLE COLLECTION. I SHALL MISS THE INTENSE FRUSTRATION, SCARY HEADACHES, INSOMNIAC JAGS AND RAMPAGING ANGER THAT YOU AND YOUR INSANE WORD LIMIT PROVIDED ME WITH THESE LAST FEW MONTHS!
Wait, what? *Sweat-drop* Yeah... see you guys next story? Lol!
Title: Accidental Silhouettes
Chapter One-Hundred: Acceptance
Raito and L stared at each other, too lazy to pull their clothes back on after the strenuous display last night had to offer. Both men contrasted greatly next to the other, yet both seemed just as fascinated with the other's body; no amount of dishonesty could hide the intrigue in their gazes as fingers traced contours of muscle, mouths tilted upward.
So what if they only had so long to enjoy this lackadaisicalness or that only dried tears and mangled doubts lay in between them?
Neither knew what tomorrow would bring, but for tonight, they had all they needed.