#tigermoon

girl who worried so much about having any semblance of being light yagami, a leftover feeling, a dream that grew legs and took off running, becoming something else entirely: lucine, woman made of quartzite, with longer hair and a chamomile flower tucked beside her ear, hazel eyes that sparkle in the morning glow being told, "you would make a great kira" by her husband, her husband's mother, her husband's coworkers, and the new boy that took her breath away, hand-in-hand light yagami with light yagami, no one knows which one stands in the mirror and which one stares back— "you would make a great kira" said warmly; proudly, with a smile. if i could go back to her, my past self, i'd place my hands on her shoulders and say, "you have become something else entirely. you will persevere; you must, you have to, you know this. but you will not do it alone, running from warmth after burned once will not save you," and then we'll press our foreheads together like twin-cats. "i love you, light kira tigerblood. lucille. lucine. liar. kerosene, lilac, lyra. i love every part of you. i owe you an apology."