Ok. So, I tried my best to write a Mello and Near fanfic. It's not great but I'm trying my best D;
The title is the name of an Alesana song , incase you didn't know . I basically plotted out the story line while listening to it , so I decided to name the story after it
I do not own Death Note, the characters anything like that, and I don't own the song etc.
Sorry it's a short chapter btw
Anyways, hope you enjoy it ^^
And review please :3
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Rain continuously tapped against the single window of Near's blank room. Near was placed in the centre of the room twirling his frost white hair between his fingers. Three pieces of paper, three envolopes, and a single black pen was spread out infront of him. Near slowly brought one of his knees to his chest and examined the room. White floor, white cieling, and white walls. The only thing in the room that wasn't the bright, blank, colour of white was his sleep deprived eyes. He pushed himself off the floor and slowly walked towards his white closet. He slip open the door and took out a large bag of dice, a transformer, and a old wooden box. Balancing the items in one hand, he closed the closet door and made his way back to his original spot.
He sat down and placed the three items behind the paper. He took the dice and placed them to the left of him, then centered the white transformer infront of him. His hands began to tremble as they reached towards the wooden box. He brought his hand towards the box and he paused for a moment. His eyes, painted with fear, were glued to the box. His hand finally pushed the box to the right of him, which finished the semi-circle he created around him. He brought his knee back up to his chest and once again began twirling his white hair between his frail fingers.
His onyx eyes gazed up to the window, he watched the sparks of light forming in the sky. Water streamed down from the clouds and Near's eyes. He gripped the bottom of his sleeve and ran his sleeve across his eyes, soaking up most of the tears. He turned his body towards the dice and began stacking them ontop of one another, making sure to line up the numbers. Keeping completely silent, he continued to stack the dice which soon started forming into the shape of the orphanage. After completing the model of the orphage, he faced towards the transformer and straighted it out so it stood perfectly facing him. His eyes then focused on the box. His hand slightly opened the box, his eyes hesitantly looked inside confirming the presence of the shiny object. He quickly shut his eyes and closed the box attempting to choke back his tears. He brought his head down to his knee, unable to hold back the tears forming in his dark eyes. He picked up the pen and began writing on the first piece of paper .
