This is the saddest thing I think I've ever written. Also one of the shortest...

Lie To Me

I push my nose into the pillow and sigh and I'm not being dramatic, I'm giving less drama than my situation deserves. His hand flutters over my back and I inch closer even though it kills me when he presses his lips to my forehead because it feels so nice to be here next to him, wrapped in white sheets, like the depths of heaven and the pits of hell and I don't think there's a happy medium at all when you don't know if you should be happy or screaming in agony. So I let him trail his long fingers over my bare shoulder and smile when he whispers something I can't really understand in my ear, his breathe tickling me in a way that's so beautiful and so terrible and I want him to do it again and again because he's Mello and I love melting in his warmth.

He's Mello with the long, straight cut blonde hair, the shocking blue eyes, the voice that rises into a terrifying pitch and falls into the softest, most gratifying sound. He's Mello who leaves to work for days and comes home saying, yes, yes, Matt, I missed you, Mello who clutches my hand when we walk saying he just wants me close, no matter what the people say or what sort of looks they throw at us. He's Mello whose job it is to lie.

Right now, Mello shifts next to me and I lift my head from the pillow and look into those eyes that I swear pierce me like knives, making the place somewhere near my navel jump and spit at me, and I smile at those eyes. That mouth curls into those cheeks and I reach up a hand to touch one of them and his skin is so soft.

"I love you Matt." He whispers, nipping at my ear. I sigh again and sink into him. That's the most beautiful lie he's ever told.

"I love you." I tell him, because I do.