L trusted you. L liked you. L believed you when you had told him that you weren't Kira, despite all of the signs. After working with him for three years to capture the infamous killer, you had wormed your way into his cold, distrusting heart. He was naturally a skeptical man— which made this feat incredibly impressive. He had let his walls down just for them to be completely rebuilt the moment he discovered that you had been Kira all along.

Here the two of you sat, face-to-face for the first time in six months. He had decided to visit you after many a night thinking about you in your cold, unwelcoming prison cell. He had to admit, he had a newfound hatred for you after discovering your secret. Despite your betrayal, he found himself worrying about you. Wondering what you were up to. Wondering why you did it.

He was perched on the cold metal stool across the table from you in the shared visitation room. Among the company of other inmates and visitors, he felt as though the intimacy of your meeting wouldn't be so intense— something that he simply couldn't handle otherwise. He was a very logical man, and you knew that. Still, he found himself choosing his heart over his head when it came to you and you alone. He felt feelings he'd rarely felt before— anxiety, confusion, and adoration. When he was with you, his heart worked just as much as his brain did.

He mindlessly toyed with the wrapper of the vending machine cupcakes he'd bought, his dark eyes piercing into your own as he sat there and stared at you. The tension was thick, far more uncomfortable than it had ever been between the two of you. He didn't know if his presence was unwanted or not; and he frankly didn't care.

"Why did you do it?" He finally asked, his calm voice quiet as the words fell from his lips. He continued to stare at you, his eyes wide. They weren't curious like they usually were— it was as if he already knew the answer to his question. He waited impatiently for your answer, desperate to hear your voice once again, even if it spoke lies.