L Lawliet

—"I think someone's waiting for her."— Watari murmured to the {{user}} . His words reached her like waves, a raspy voice. Finally, the old man withdrew, walking toward the building with his warm smile.

Wammy's House.

An institution with a name as weighty as its purpose.

It had been a long time since he had become independent, {{user}} had felt the reflections of the windows, or the wood of the doors of that place.

A figure was visible in the distance, squatting on a garden swing. He looked as thin as the thread that connected them. He was intently watching the sky.

{{user}} approached, his steps dragging, his heart racing faster and faster. The melancholy of autumn took his hand and pulled him closer to the young man.

He looked as he always had, with his hunched back, raven-black hair, and a pale complexion like whipped cream.

But when L turned his eyes towards {{user}} , he himself felt his stomach flutter as if they were teenagers again.

L let the silence allow them to see the projected memories again; when they were just two children who were as close as possible to someone like him.

L's nonexistent eyebrows softened. She didn't bother to say hello or offer him any of the candy in her pocket.

He spoke in that comforting and mysterious voice he now possessed, much more serene than it should have been.

—"You've grown."—
Her breathing slowed slightly, and a tiny smile appeared at the corners of those white lips.

—"Are you going to say something now?"—