More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Horizon

Before the pandemic, I used to travel a lot. My husband worked for an airline company, so we got cheap flights. I've been all over the world. <3 I've always loved flying - in the peaceful silence of a plane cutting through sky I've always had time to think and to dream. This chapter was born of that feeling. I mean - Fay does have a lot to think about, right?

Thanks for all who have been kind enough to vote and comment! I love you guys.

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The night sky was black velvet - smooth, dark and flawless.

Looking at it made Fay feel like she was separated from the real world, in a bubble that was cut off from time and space. There was something soothing, something peaceful in a plane, cutting through the night sky like a ray of light, full of sleeping people and their dreams.

The flight from Tokyo to London had taken off at 1.55am, which guaranteed that most people fell asleep as soon as the dinner had been served - or even before - but Fay couldn't rest. The images of the past few days flickered in her closed eyelids, like a movie she didn't want to watch, and forced her to stay awake.

She wondered if she was the only one not sleeping in the small universe of this plane.

To find out, she glanced around. Most of the people were indeed asleep, with sleep masks on their faces, blankets wrapped around their legs. Some had kicked off their shoes, their feet sticking to the aisle so that the flight attendant had to watch where to step. Fay spotted a couple of people watching a movie, though, the small screens in the back of the seats illuminating their tired faces, the bags under their eyes, with bluish light. An old lady was reading a thick paperback a few rows back, and a young guy with wavy chestnut hair was furiously playing a game with his portable console, which briefly but painfully reminded Fay of Matt.

Matt.

She hadn't really had time to mourn him, nor Mello. Not properly. She wondered where their bodies - or whatever was left of them - were, and made a mental note to ask Aizawa. He could find out what had happened to them. Those boys deserved to have a proper burial, a grave in the grove near Wammy's house.

That thought brought tears to Fay's eyes.

It had been a cold December morning, five years ago, that she and Roger had silently laid L's ashes to a grave. A simple tombstone stood there now, under an ancient oak tree. The wind had been so cold that day, it had chilled Fay's blood, or maybe it had been the sorrow that had frozen her from inside out.

How many times she had sat there since, under that oak tree, listening to the wind that made the leaves chime, the birds that sang on the canopy, as if they knew nothing of sorrow, of heartache, of loss?

The beautiful illusion of nature. For even the birds sang in despair, the leaves of the trees fell before the winter, and life was nothing but an expectancy of death, as Fay very well knew, seeing the seasons change on the site of L's grave.

Watari's tomb was there as well, as was A's, and even Beyond Birthday's. Soon Matt and Mello would rest there too.

So many dead. And for what? What was it all for?

The grief was a black hole inside of her heart, making her feel she was sinking, being pulled into darkness.

I am so tired, tired of all this. I should rest there too. Sleep there, by L's side, for an eternity. Under the oak tree, in a bed of roots and leaves.

With a sigh, Fay turned to look at Matsuda by her side.

He was sleeping, his face was relaxed, the line of his jaw softened. Finally, he slept. He had stayed awake throughout last night, haunted by the things he had done. Not even Fay's presence, sake and sex, had been enough to ground him. Now that Fay silently observed his features, she suddenly realized how little there was left of the innocent, light hearted young detective she had met five years ago. He seemed to have aged ten years in two days, and for the first time Fay noticed there were subtle lines around his eyes.