Now that this is done, I'm thinking about starting another collection with Mello and either Matt or Near. Let me know if you have any ideas for words or would be interested in reading that one as well.

This is officially the last chapter of L Is For. ^-^ I hope you enjoyed reading. This chapter definitely took the longest to write and I tried to make it as close to what I had in my head as possible. Please review and tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Love

So that's that. Light stared at the marble slab in front of him. There was no name, no inscription at all. It was just as he had requested.

Light stood there awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot, for a long moment before tossing a colorless flower on the ground in front of him. He felt that he should say something, out of respect, but no words came to him.

He glanced around, making sure no one was watching. Light Yagami could not be seen here. He was better than this, better than regret, better than L.

Light's stare returned to the stone in front of him. A strong gust of wind made his eyes water and sent the limp flower swirling up in the air only to fall down a few feet behind him.

Hot anger rose up in his chest. Retrieving the flower, he threw it back at the grave stone forcefully. He watched, temper flaring, as the wind dared to drag it along the ground again.

The flower lay crushed, a foot away from where it should have rested. Light stomped down again, twisting his leg and grinding the disobedient plant into the dirt.

Realization struck him like lightning. He froze, slowly stepping back to see the dirty, torn-up remains of the herbaceous offering. The cry he tried to suppress came out as a low, agonizing moan.

Light looked up at the gray sky, as if pleading for his pain to end. It was empty.

His shoulders shook as he knelt down and picked up the pieces of the small flower, lightly trying to brush them off. He gently set them in front of the grave, the white petals now showing more brightly from under the bits of dirt and leaves.

Light stood back up, deciding against any parting words. A heavy ache grew in his chest as he walked away, leaving the quiet cemetery. He knew what he should have said.

I love you.

He should have said that a long time ago. But then, that was the price of victory.

Tears fell from his eyes, moistening the cold ground.