Dear Death Note:

[lebateleur]

Please get out of my head, as you aren't paying rent and I need to start thinking about other things anyway. Until then, here's another DN drabble. No spoilers; takes place at a hypothetical series-end.



Misery
by Trismegistus

Sometimes she comes up here to sit and be surrounded by the books, the television, PS2 - all the things they'd given him that apparently weren't enough.

What did I do wrong? she thinks.

Parents are always the most attentive to their firstborns, and she'd tried her best to make sure that he never wanted for anything.

I was a good parent, she thinks.

She'd thought he was repaying her by being a diligent student, an ideal son.

She thinks of all the nights when she was downstairs, slicing vegetables for dinner, while he was upstairs, writing down names.

これで以上です

Comments

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

This is so sad. The last line particularly, with the contrast between her world and his, is heartbreaking.