Detective Conan: Love Me
Today is eleven years to the day since Conan came to live with us. He’s grown up since I first saw him in Doctor Agasa’s study. These days, when people talk about the Detective of the East, the name they say is Edogawa Conan. He grew into a worthy successor after Shinichi disappeared. I couldn’t be any more proud of him.
Shinichi… Conan looks just like him, you know? He’s the living image of Shinichi from the day he left me. He walks like him, talks like him, deducts like him. They even have the same smile. It’s easy to see the family resemblance. To think, I used to think they were the same person. Ridiculous.
They can’t be the same person, you see, because in some ways they’re completely different. Conan stays close to me when Shinichi is far away. He looks at me like Shinichi can’t. He says the things Shinichi never has. He touches me like Shinichi never will. Conan will never, ever leave me.
“I love you, Ran. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
It isn’t fair, because even though Conan loves me, trusts me, stays with me, all I can see is…
“Shinichi…”