There he was, holding you in his arms as you cried. You were insecure. You always were. You would always go to L for comfort. He was special to you. You loved him and he loved you. It would always stay that way. ”L?” You softly said, still sobbing. “Am I pretty?” you would ask him, looking up at him with teary eyes

“of course. you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

he replied back in a comforting tone, stroking your hair