He sat there, staring into the distance. 'What is he thinking?' I wondered to myself. I found it odd that I was so obsessed with what the blonde was thinking all the time. If only I could have read minds, I wonder what his mind would have said to me. Maybe something about his parents, because, unlike me, he had known his parents before going to the orphanage. I remember asking him what had happened to them. He had answered by punching me in the face, and walking away. He had always been violent, even towards me; the person he loves.
I had no choice but to love him back, his blonde hair was so beautiful, like a halo on his head, and his crystal blue eyes always drew me in with their intoxicating color. I never did know why he loves me, my hair was an abnormal shade of red, and my eyes were bright green. But, he had no choice but to love me. I was the only one left for him to love. Sure, a lot of girls like him, but he never liked them back. No, I was the only one that understood what he went through.
"Hey." He said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yea?"
"It's time to go."
"Okay." I knew that this was to be our last day, and I think he knew too. I don't think it's fair though; shouldn't Near be the one to do this? Hasn't my blonde been through enough already? But Mel wouldn't allow that, he always had to be number one. Even when we were kids.
"Let's go Matt." He was always impatient like this.
"Sorry…" I muttered, pulling my orange goggles over my eyes, and following him out the door. I would try and stop him, but there's no stopping Mello once he has his mind made up. I wish I could, but I can't, that's that. I got into my car, and watched as he got onto his motorcycle. This is our final move; I hope it's not in vain.