Dear Wammy:
After you read this, I will be dead.
But, I need to let you know that what you are doing is wrong.
We are not L.
We are not clones of something that we will never be.
We are not L.
We are not one person.
We are not L.
We cannot be easily disposed of when are no longer of use.
We are not L.
We have had our names taken away, to have them replaced with letters.
We are not L.
We had our identities taken.
We will never be L.
We had all of our memories burned.
We are not L.
We had the things our parents gave us when we were first born taken away. Our names.
We are not L.
We have emotion.
We are not L.
We are intelligent enough to realize what you are doing.
We are not L.
And I hope that for their sake, that they realize it sooner than I did.
That We are not L.
/…/…/…/…/
The note was left upon A’s desk. A simply stared at it for a long time. He got up and for once, it felt like the world was off of his shoulders. The boy stepped onto the chair and put his makeshift noose around his neck lazily. He was grinning. For once in his life, he was finally happy. Bitter-sweet.
A took one final breath before stepping off of the chair, a grin still plastered on his face.
