Other alphabets subsequent to the previously jotted down ones took their place in the row. No more glances were shared. No words were uttered. Pure silence descended over the place. However, the only impalpable things that were to be held accountable for penetrating through the hush minutes of the moments were the relatively strong wind blowing, hitting the window panel and the clock ticking on the wall.
Just as the full name was written in the Death Note, a pair of eyes fell shut, upper body swayed before hitting the soft mattress of the bed. It was a matter of seconds. The body that had a soul was lying lifeless now. The life of mortals was uncertain and unpredictable. They were working their butts off not being sure if they could even make it to their goals. Some fortunate ones would make it if death would not stand between them and their dreams. But none of them was confident over how long they would live in the world.
