We Survived, Didn't We? (L x male reader)

Case Closed

⚠️MAJOR TW FOR THIS CHAPTER (su!c!de) because too much fluff must be balanced with angst duh⚠️

I crossed my fingers that it was nothing bad as I closed my eyes. I let L's soft hand guide me into the room.

I heard him intake a sharp breath.

I heard another voice quietly sob.

"Y/N? You can open your eyes," Lawliet said calmly.

  I regretted that pretty quickly. I opened my eyes to see a girl, I assumed Komu, standing on a chair. I didn't dare look higher than her legs. I understood the situation well enough that I didn't have to.

"You're Komu, correct?" L asked. I guessed she nodded, but I didn't see it.

"Would you please come down?" I asked quietly. No verbal answer, but I didn't hear her move.

"Why are you doing this?" One of the agents asked.

  That was the first and last time I would hear Komu speak.

"I ran away. I think you know that." Her broken voice resounded on the concrete walls.
"I left because they didn't care. They didn't want me there."

"Your parents?" L asked calmly.

"Yes. So, I wanted to make them happy."

   I screamed as the next few seconds happened in slow motion. She moved her feet to the edge of the chair.

She tipped it over.

I heard the crash on the ground, and I looked away.

      I felt my eyes well up with tears. I shook with sadness. Soon enough, tears streaked down my face. I watched her die. I watched her die and there was nothing I could do about it. A sob climbed up my throat. My breath hitched and my shoulders shook.

   I jumped slightly when I felt a hand on my back.
"You're going to be okay. Everything is alright, Y/N. It's not your fault," Lawliet's voice went in and out, the sound there but the words never processed.

  I just cried. I stood there, his arm around my shoulder holding me close to him, and I sobbed. I continued to sob as I watched the emergency medics carry away her body.

   I cried as we were driven home by Watari. I sobbed in the back of the limo as L's words of comfort did simply nothing. I cried until there were no tears left.

There I was, my eyes dry in the back of a limo, but my cheeks stained with sorrow from the death of a girl I didn't know.

Why?

I had never thought about it before. Why was I crying for her? I didn't know her.

But it felt like I did.

Maybe that was why. I felt like I knew her. Seeing someone so similar to me die in front of me was devastating. Maybe it was because I could see myself in her position. Maybe she was similar enough that I saw myself hanging from the rafters.

Because I saw myself in her. I saw a part of me die. The human fear of mortality was crushing. It was only natural to die, so why was it so frightful to see?

Because we are humans. The life we live may be meaningless, but it has enough worth that we do not want it to end.

(Haha I think I got a lil carried away at the end there why is angst so easy to writeeee Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed because you prob won't get more angst for a while.)