~*Your/Hye Ri's POV*~

After L left, it seemed as if L.Joe filled in the gaping hole L temporarily left behind and for a moment, just a tiny moment, I wondered what it would be like if L.Joe was my boyfriend instead of L.

Spending time with L.Joe the other day kind of reminds me of how I used to spend time with L.

We talked, we laughed, we explored the city, we ate from the street vendors, we looked around the stores, but most of all, we kept each other's company.

If L.Joe were my boyfriend, would things become the same way as they are between me and L now?

Would he constantly be away? Would I only see him once in a blue moon?

I don't know.

Nevertheless, spending time with L.Joe made me happy. It helped me to momentarily forget about being worried about L.

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In the weeks that followed that incident, whenever L was away, L.Joe would keep me company. I don't know how, but he always knew when I needed someone just to be there for me. Whenever L would disappear, L.Joe would appear before me and take his place.

Sitting in my swivel chair beside my desk, I smiled as I thought of the pink-haired boy who, now, is someone very important to me.

My smile grew even wider when I thought of my boyfriend, although there was still a lingering sadness. Whenever he was around, it seemed as if there was no one else in the world excluding me. He would always give me his full attention and treat me as if I was the most important person in the world. I was always happy around L, but the feeling that something was wrong would never leave. It was always there in the back of my mind no matter how much I tried to push it away and ignore it.

Besides that, everything was perfect. Spending time with L made me happy. Spending time with L.Joe made me happy. Between spending time with those two and occasionally Infinite, a smile stayed on my face and I was constantly laughing and in a good mood.

To make things even better than they possibly could be, as more time passed, L stayed by me more and more often. It was as if I was at the top of the world and couldn't get up any higher. If things could stay this way, then there wouldn't be anything else in the world I could ask for.

But good things aren't meant to last, are they? Everything comes to an end sometime or another.

It was inevitable that my good fortune would come to an end as well.

Besides. If you can't go up anymore, the only other direction is...

Down.