Its a bit angsty btw... Enjoy!
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Matt's dead.
Those two words echoed non-stop through Mello's mind.
Matt's dead.
His best friend, his lover. The only person who he could truly trust in this goddamned world. Dead.
"I need you Matty" he murmured, he stared out of their bedroom window and sighed. Barely noticed the silent tears pouring down his pale, angular face. His blonde hair was a mess, and his blue eyes were forlorn, as if he had given up on the world now that his reason for living had been cruelly ripped away from him.
Matt's dead.
Mello stared at the bloodred rosary on the window-sill, and picked it up. A present from
Matt, three years ago for no reason other than that Matt had thought it would suit Mello.
He wandered into the bathroom, wondered how everything could still look so normal when
the world had ended...
Mello swallowed, the pains in his heart and soul only got worse as his depression deepened
by the second.
"Matty?"
He was breaking down, and he knew it. And hated it. Hated being weak, for being so emotional.
He clutched the rosary to his chest as he grabbed the razor from the sink and stared into the mirror.
"Forgive me Father, please God forgive me" he begged, he ran the razor over his already scarred wrists.
Slash
He was numb from all the times he had done this, in the week since his Matty had died. Seventy scars crossed his arms now.
Slash
Suicide is a mortal sin, Mello knew that. But going on without his Matty was unthinkable... He heard music from the bedroom drifting into the bathroom.
"Why does the sun keep shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Dont they know
"Its the end of the world"
Mello sang along softly to the slow music, the images of his lover flashing in his head.
Matt asleep.
Slash.
Matt playing his video games.
Slash.
Matt during sex.
Slash.
Matt complaining when Mello confiscated his ciggerettes.
Slash.
Matt's eyes closing as he died, his last Goodbye falling from his lips with his last breath.
The bullets still in his chest, his shirt soaked with blood.
Slash
Slash
Slash
Mello's vision was hazy, he smiled vaguely as he closed his eyes, a feeling of peace settled through him as he noticed the pinprick of light in the darkness and slid into nothingness.
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I am a depressing person.
-Amber-