light.yagami@kernos.net Day Fourteen, Sunset. (no subject)
[There's a lot that goes unsaid in this e-mail. Like the fact that Light remembers being home for a few brief moments and how in those moments, absolutely nothing had changed. How Light had found himself sitting in the very same chair in the midst of crippling disappointment, and it was only after he'd blacked out again, and found himself on this familiar beach that he was even cognizant of the fact that all this--Kernos, the island, monsters, dying--had ever taken place. Dying. Dying had hurt. But above and beyond that, dying was terrifying. No. Is terrifying, because now he's no longer sure if being home for that moment had been a hallucination--the proverbial tunnel of light--or reality. In either case, Light is grateful that no one is bearing witness to how his hands are shaking, and that the delete key erases all evidence of deviation from his usual collected demeanor.]
Misa,
When you have finished reading this e-mail, delete it from your inbox immediately. In fact, please delete all traces of our correspondence and act as though I have not made contact with you. In other words, do not under circumstances let anyone know that I am here. I trust you can do this much for me.
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Date: 2011-10-16 07:04 am (UTC)light.yagami@kernos.net
Day Fourteen, Sunset.
(no subject)
[There's a lot that goes unsaid in this e-mail. Like the fact that Light remembers being home for a few brief moments and how in those moments, absolutely nothing had changed. How Light had found himself sitting in the very same chair in the midst of crippling disappointment, and it was only after he'd blacked out again, and found himself on this familiar beach that he was even cognizant of the fact that all this--Kernos, the island, monsters, dying--had ever taken place. Dying. Dying had hurt. But above and beyond that, dying was terrifying. No. Is terrifying, because now he's no longer sure if being home for that moment had been a hallucination--the proverbial tunnel of light--or reality. In either case, Light is grateful that no one is bearing witness to how his hands are shaking, and that the delete key erases all evidence of deviation from his usual collected demeanor.]
Misa,
When you have finished reading this e-mail, delete it from your inbox immediately. In fact, please delete all traces of our correspondence and act as though I have not made contact with you. In other words, do not under circumstances let anyone know that I am here. I trust you can do this much for me.
I want to see you.