She enjoyed that sensation of L's hand brushing through her hair, and she wouldn't be upset at all if L didn't stop.
When he answered her question, Rachel said nothing for a while. When she did finally talk again, it was because she felt a strong sense of trust for the man that was holding her. Without lifting up her head she answered, "I never believed there was an afterlife either; but I found out I was wrong."
She thought about what had happened on that day. When both her and Daniel were in that barren field of dried up weeds, and grass; where the cold December air blew on both of them lightly. Rachel had entered the field with negative thoughts. Back then she had no reason to live; but her own stubbornness would not allow her to give up so easily. It had taken one hour and thirty minutes of writing, running, hiding, and shooting, before Rachel had become so exhausted that she couldn't continue. She had found herself at the mercy of Daniel, but begged for him to shoot her.
The blast was more painful than the fatal wound.
Swallowing hard, Rachel closed her eyes again, and attempted to rid her mind of those thoughts. She was alive now.