LightxL: I'll make it...

Joy

I let out an ugly sob as I shiver and bury my face in my knees. Light looks at me with sympathetic eyes. I don't see them but I know how he would be reacting at a moment like this. I shiver once more as Light removes the soapy rag from my back, making cold water stream down it as if I were sitting naked, a waterfall made out of...water as cold as ice streaming down my back. I look at Light with dead tear filled eyes and then look down at the tubs water. Its a light red color due to the blood. I let out a cry as I see it. I hear Light sigh and feel him rub my back with that soapy cloth once more, warm water mixed with soap streaming down the place he stroked giving me a new feeling of warmth. I close my eyes and hide them with my wet palms and cry harder. Light kisses my forehead, his warm lips comforting me, almost making me stop crying. But my heart is still pained. I can barely breathe. I look up at Light once more and give him a small smile. This is the only person that can make me feel better. The only one. I pull my wet black hair out of my eyes. He smiled a genuine smile. He is always able to have one of those somehow, but I can barely manage to make one. Whenever I try it hurts. It hurts so much. I sometimes feel as if I have nothing to live for. But when I see him, everything brightens up. He hugs my fragile body and I blush due to my bareness and let out a breath. This time it isn't painful. Not one bit. Interesting. I smiled wider. I swear I could hear a gasp part from his lips. He pulled back and did something, he touched his lips to mine, he kissed me. My now four year old mind wasn't exactly sure what had just happened but it makes my heart race and a feeling of warmth corrupts my entire body. Then, I hear three words that only my mother would say to me. "I love you." He whispered. I go red. By red I mean crimson.

"I-I love you too..." I felt tears of joy. Joy. Tears. Of. Joy. Stream down my pale, or should I say bright red cheeks. He kisses me once more. I smile wider and shiver as I lose his touch once more. He hands me clothing. Not the disgusting clothing I'm accustomed to but actual CLEAN clothing. "W-Where'd you g-get that!?" I ask. He smiled.

"I convinced mama to clean these clothes.....I told her I was getting bigger and since these clothes are huge that....I-I would use these instead." I smile wider in a silent thank you and we share another kiss once again. Joy. What is joy? Me, my four year old self was pretty sure this was it. Joy...