GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

God's favourite

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒄𝒕.

Authors note: Hey my loves! I just want to apologise for the shorter chapter, I promise to make up for it in the next one. I broke my hand but I so desperately wanted to get this out so I apologise for any grammar mistakes and the slight filler. Thank you so much for your patience with me recently. I feel much better and I'm back with regular uploads.

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Throughout her morbid life, Y/N had developed the strange habit of comparing those around her to the characters in fairytales she could recall he Father reading to her, more recently to the certain mythologies she'd begun to read.

Though they made for more interesting tales, she wasn't much of a fan of tragedies. Childish as it was to regress into more simple books with expectable plotlines and dim characters they had been the media she clung the most to because she could lean on the idea that hardship would equal being rewarded a happy ending. The minimal hardships of the prince rescuing a princess or a dim-witted girl falling into a hole that transported you into a strange world, they were never told with malevolence nor did they feel the need to spite the audience with dread to tell a thrilling tale. She liked the simplicity of patterns and the inherited rules of the fictional universe that the protagonist was never put into real danger and any strife they were faced with never scarred with long-lasting impact.

When she thought of her relationship with Touta Matsuda an abundance of examples came to mind when comparing them to fantasy, at first she'd concluded he was her modern-day Orpheous, forever loyal while longing for a person he'd sacrifice everything for, All for nought when the story was said and done considering people like her didn't get happy ends. But then she had settled on an answer that had been unwilling to part from her mind in comparison to the other examples she'd offered. Would their similarities to pairs such as Pyramus and Thisbe be something she'd allow to translate into the real world? Could she live with him joining her in death if she had been the reason he lost his life?

She was selfish and never denied being as such. From the second he had shown her an ounce of kindness she had clung to him like a leech, offering nothing in return as she sucked everything good from him. In a sense, this self-disgust was the reason she could never hate Mello. They were two sides of the same coin, draining those of genuine virtue around them not for necessity but to have a single chance of tasting what love felt like, all the while knowing they were individually incapable of getting past their egos to be vulnerable. It was isolating but she had learnt from the people around her that human beings would do just about anything for the semblance of control, even if they needed to carve their own skin to maintain it.

With all the lore Y/N had adorned her mind, she was determined not to let Touta's life end as a tragedy. He was going to thrive as a person instead of being forgotten in grief like those before them, even if she was the price to pay.

Still, she wondered, was she even capable of letting him go?

With how events had played out it seemed like L had expected her to lash out in her usual style of vengeance, quickly piecing together her woeful silence that came out of force rather than choice. In the past, there had always been others to fall back on, specifically his replacements however misguided their efforts could be. For as much as she could fight the world alone with unrelenting spirit, her strategic planning had gotten her so far. She could manoeuvre people as if they were chess pieces...But what was a queen without pawns to be sacrificed for her?

She had been earnestly silent since the phone call, ever so often looking up at him before continuing hushed paces across the gardens mowed grass before settling on the doorstep, head bowed as she stewed in thought with her knees to her chin and the mobile she had once treasured as a gift thrown aside onto the pavement without a second glance. A minute passed before she lifted herself, clinging to the doorframe with her muscles clenching as she brushed past him towards the back gate into the street, an action disrupted as his fingers clung to her wrist and switched their stances so he blocked the entrance with his lanky figure.