Just Like Home

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Death Note
L X Reader

You had been alone for a very long time. Since you were a child you didn't have a place to call home. You were from (home town) and bounced from foster home to foster home. You were used to the knawing loneliness if the places you loved that people called "home". You never called it home, how can a place be home when there is nothing there for you, when it was the place you were most alone? That all changed when you met him, L. When you looked into his eyes it was the first time you felt it was possible to have a home and your first kiss proved that he was your chance at home. His eyes looked like home and his lips tasted of it. Finally, you were home.

(I apologize for it being so short and vague but it just felt right today.)

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