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Because those boys were never going to change. It didn't matter how the years went by. They would be as they always were.
♡ Make time for the two of you before it's three. ♡ Mello x Near Light x L
Gently, Near approached the grave, kneeling in the soft snow, feeling it slowly melt beneath his thin legs and wet his pale pants, but he ignored that fact. With his fingers uncovered by his glove, he wiped away the thin white blocks that fell onto the icy rock. He felt his fingers stiffen and his hand sting from the low temperature of that day, but he continued his business, until finally revealing the deceased's full name.
Today it rains in Tokyo and Near waits in a cafe for the answer to all his questions.
[L/B/A] Stories stored in chests, heart-shaped boxes, secret computer folders and untouchable memories. During his childhood in the 80's and adolescence in the 90's, L visits his first successors in the lonely Wammy's House.