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My plan is almost complete.

                          
I have the stone of revival, the notebook, and time. TIME is my main key: my key to the doorways of death. 
                          
My hand shakes as I write my name and time of death in scrawly handwriting. 
                          
Check.
                          
I slouch over to the control center encircled by all of the agents, Light trailing behind me. I sip my afternoon tea in one hand and sit down in my typical position. The other hand clenches the stone of revival as I wait for the time to tick, tick, tick...
                          
Check.
                          
Only five minutes left until it'll be all over, so I start babbling nonsense about finding Kira. I rise the suspicion that it's Kira who is about to destroy me.  
                          
Check.
                          
I anxiously glance at my watch and Light with his blood-stained eyes. I feel guilty, but I have to do what I have to do.
                          
 5...4...3...2...1...
                          
I gasp my rehearsed line:"What's going on??? The Shinigami???"  
                          
Check.
                          
My heart suddenly stops as if someone is holding on to it with an iron grip. My lagoon eyes lock in with Light's as I thud to the ground. Beginning to lose consciousness, faint flashbacks of my life play like a cinema... about all of the good times I had with Light... with everyone.
                          
Check.
                          
Blackness voids my vision, but I can still discern Light's wan face. Everything had worked... Everything had worked.