So this was it. He had lost. How could it have come this far? This wasn't supposed to happen. Yet it did. His heart ached like he never felt it before. He was dying. Nothing he could do about it. He was helpless. And alone. Alone, forever. He should've seen it coming. But why did it hurt him so much? He was always alone, always ended up being so why was it so hard for him now? Wasn't being alone the best thing for him? Yes, it was. Or... no. No, he wasn't alone. There was someone. Someone for him. And he knew exactly who. It made absolutely no sense, it was against all rationality but he was there, and it filled Light with so much joy. Seeing his face, his smile. Not an evil smile, no, it was so loving and beautiful. A pale hand reached out for him, and he wanted nothing more than to hold it. Light was weak and had nearly no power left in him, but he used the last bit to lift his arm. Blood smeared over the white skin as their fingers touched slightly. Never had a touch felt this good. It soothes all his pain and made his eyes focus on those of his savior, ignoring his his view kept blurring and he was slowly drifting away. "L",he whispered with a smile, although he wasn't sure if the name even left his cold, motionless lips. He felt himself slowly loosing hold of L's hand, which faded more and more the lesser Light held it. No. He wouldn't let him go away. Not this time. This was the only chance he'd ever get. The last chance for him. For them. Not this time. With the last strength left in his bleeding out body he grabbed onto the hand, his fingers holding the fragile wrist as if his life depended on it. Only that this time, the hand held him, too. A touch as soft as roses, holding onto a harsh, pained decision to not let anything get between them, to stay together. Forever. And so it shall be. They kept holding onto each other, until the wounded, dead body gave up and stayed back, his soul not once letting go. Now they could go. Together. And stay. Together. Forever.