BitterWhite winter curtains taint my vision while looking back at what was said.
Decembers I thought to kill.
Decembers still alive with a newer, vicious goal.
A red heart throbbing, spilling its blood amiss the terrors of ice.
Cold, wretched blood, smelling of death and decay.
A soul slipping its way through the the snow of doubt.
What has this icelandic state come to be?
The cold has shot my body numb as I tremble helpless against a wind a hundred times my strength.
The beauty is lost.
What is left: an absence of color sucking sheer life out of its surroundings.
Warmth has never been so far away from my grasp.
War of hearts has never been so real.
Awkward StrawberryL and Light stay in a sort of awkward silence in front of their computer screens with the exception of the noise of keys being pressed to their board and the chain tapping ever so lightly against the desk. L's eyes are transfixed in a single spot whereas Lights are darting back and forth. Both of them are searching for information in their own sort of way, and both of them, will do anything to avoid another strange conversation with the other.
A bowl of strawberries sits barely touched next to it's partner; a small bowl of whipped cream. For a second, L's eyes divert from his screen and down to the bowls. A memory flashes through his head from a few minutes before and his eyes turn toward Light then back to the screen in one quick motion.
Raito-kun, These are fresh strawberries. Would you like to try one?
No. I'm working.
Are you sure? They really are fresh.. straight from a..
I said no. Just shut up and work, would you?
Light was not in a very good mood because of the accusati