Don't ask. This was just a random ficlet I wrote to procrastinate doing my english project. :X

Dear Mello, I hate you so much for

Dear Mello, why did you have to go and die

Dear Mello, tell Matt I hate him too, I hate you for leaving

Dear Mello, you are an idiot, a stupid imbecile to go and die—

He lifted his pen from the paper, having angrily struck through the fourth line, one hand twitching as it resisted reaching for a new sheet of paper. It would be wasteful, only having used a miniscule bit. A sigh passed through his lips, his conscious biting at him, Mello is dead. I'm the idiot for writing this. Maybe he was. He imagined himself getting up from the floor, tossing the paper into the wastebasket and going to bed, but in reality he pressed the pen back down to the paper, flicking the tip across the lines.

"Dear Mello," he murmured as he scrawled.

He paused to reach up with his free hand and twirl a misplaced lock of hair between his fingers.

"Why?"