The Loss of a Friend

The Loss of a Friend

I remember the moment as if it were yesterday, it was probably one of the worst moments of my life. I was sitting on the floor of my small, dull, Wammy's House bedroom and was drawing another random picture like I usually did. You know that feeling you get when you're drawing a picture and you can tell it won't look good? I get that feeling almost every time I draw something, and I had that feeling right now. I paused and looked at it. I adjusted some shading and kept going. My cell phone was sitting by my leg. It started to ring and I felt the soft vibration on the floor. I flipped it open and greeted the caller,
"Hello?"
"Hello," said a deep voice.
"Oh, Hi, Roger,"
"Shiyomi, I have grave news, and I think you deserve to know of it,"
"What is it?"
He paused and breathed deeply, I waited, full of worry.
"L is dead,"
I said nothing, I just stared at the wall and thought, 'this can't possibly be true'. L and I were close, I'm not sure what his opinion of me was but, to me he was my very best friend and my idol, I admired him more than anyone else. Now, he's gone, but then, I refused to believe him, not one word. "YOU'RE LYING!" I yelled. I stood up and threw the phone at the wall, it broke in half. It lied there on the ground, and I was angry, sad, and confused at the same time. It's the worst feeling in the world. Then, I did something I hadn't done in years. I sat down on my bed and cried. I cried for an hour at the loss of a dear friend.
I am older now, and though I still miss him, I've been able to succeed as both an artist and a detective. He is my inspiration. His determination to finish every case he accepts and his strong sense of justice dwell within me today, and I would thank him for it, if I could.