Once more he was haunted by them.
"The ability to forget about your hardships and pain for the better. To lack the given for something greater. This is why your name is so."
How can words that once so softly rolled off of his loved ones tongue now consume with grief.
He stood in front of his dead love's grave. The depression was easy to spot. It was all over him, showing its dark latching figures on every part of him. Crawling and creeping into his Personality and even appearance.
The once so formal clothing he wore soon transformed into a plain beige shirt with an unusually tight band around his chest and shoulders. The hair that he once took much care of soon became completely A symmetrical one side reaching his fore back and the other stopping at his neck, And with that came the heavy bags that hanged underneath his eyelids, Trying to decive others into believing that he did not sleep enough even after all the sleep he had gained it still was never enough, and never will be. For these thoughts still haunted him, still drove him to the point where the only way for him to like they were gone was for him to sleep. So that's what he did he slept. Sometimes waking up at 5 a clock in the morning only for the memories and nightmares to to come back into his head and force him to go back.
As he stood there he began to shake, starring Down at L's grave. No one came today to mourn his death just sense. Standing there he waited for something. Standing only because if he sat down he would be glued there for eternity, forever watching the corpse decay hoping that it never would, hoping that if god was so almighty and kind that he would take away his hero, his saviour, his love... That he would at least leave him the corpse for him to hold onto, sense knew that was too good to be true though, for L was already rotting away, never to breath another breath nor to see another day. L would simply sit there for as long as he can, isolated and in the dark. 'If I was there with him I could show him tomorrow and help him recover all the breaths he missed all the memories he couldn't be apart of. I know I could....' Sense looked at L's tombstone " L would you accept me? Would-....." His voice trailed off he looked away ashamed then at his grave this time looking beyond it. Looking for him. "would you forgive me?" Sense spoke longing for L's answer and almost expecting one, waiting he stood until he realized L could no longer speak, he could no longer put his insecuritys at ease like he so wished for him to do. That was the tipping point. So he fell right at L's tomb. Weeping at the grave that will forever bind him the one he loves. L
