L was 17. And he had a fever, which he had never experienced before.
And lying in the beds next to him were two children; one was named Mello, and the other Near. Despite the hour and their being tired, they were watching L with something resembling concern. L always understood that being in an orphanage meant very little privacy, and he had accepted it; but he wasnt feeling well this time, resulting in his annoyance, wanting the two children to just sleep so he himself could rest.
L closed his eyes, before taking a quiet breath.
Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man, he sang softly.
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
Perhaps it wasnt considered fitting for a lullaby, but both of the children were silent, thus didnt seem to mind.
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain, L heard Mello and Near nestle further under their covers.
When she finds love may it