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𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 walked side by side, I couldn't help but wonder about him. I feel like he was following me. I know someone was following me and it just had to have been him. There's no way he wasn't the on following me. I didn't look back to see who it was, but I would've lured him in and possibly...no...that's a crazy thought.
But L Lawliet—I look at him, studying him intently as we pranced the empty sidewalk—he's a cop. A strange man, sure, oddly attractive, his voice soothing, and he's obsessed with sweets so I've realized.
"You're staring." He says suddenly without looking at me.
I look away embarrassed. "Oh, sorry, I just..." What can I say? "I don't know."
"Do I make you nervous? Is that it?" I return my gaze back on him.
"I guess. Thank you again for saving me that day. I'm grateful."
"Well, I'll always be here to help when you want me to."
"Do I just call 911?" I joke.
"No, you could contact me personally or email me."
"Hm, was that your way of asking me for my number?" Thunder cracked above us and I felt rain drop on my skin.
"Umm...n-not...no...I just-
"Sure, Lawliet, sure."
It began to spry. I could see that we were closer to my house from here. I wasn't nervous at all since Light's bum ass and I had another argument before I decided to take a walk.
"My house is up there. The blue and white one with the tree sculpture out front." I explain.
"Is that...a cross?"
"Yeah, I have to keep the demons out." Another joke.
"Demons huh. Interesting."
"I mean, well not entirely actual demons but you know what I mean."
"I do, yes." His tone as always is monotoned and flat, but silky smooth.
"You really are a man of a few words huh?"
"Hm?" He finally looked at me. He looks tired. Extremely tired. Well, I've noticed his tired eyes but knowing now that he works for the police and more, I can see why. The street lights flickered and lightening struck before the rain came down in a downpour. Not wanting my hair to be soaked I ran to take cover inside my house.
I rushed up the steps, reaching the porch. I could feel my hair drip with water. I looked out to the road to see L still walking in step. He turned, entering past the brown picket fence and eased it closed.
He didn't care to have gotten wet. L took his time getting to the porch as well, soaked and draining from head to toe from rain.
I fished my keys from my purse. "You could come inside until the rain stops."
