Suggested Listening: Dark in my Imagination by Of Verona
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Matt sat awkwardly in the cramped airplane seat, eyes darting to the little things-pamphlets, the drink on the tray across from his row, how the stewardess hat was crooked-to keep him occupied as he whittled away the hours, minutes, until he was home again.
He was anxious to be home after nearly two weeks. Who knew he actually had to do the job in person to get paid? Two long, lonely weeks away from his lover and he was more than ready to curl up on the couch with a cup of tea and a Mello. Though, the oddly devious smile Mello had left him with when dropping him off at the airport had been on his mind the entire time. And the kiss…had seemed distracted. What could have been on his mind as he sent him off for two weeks?
Matt picked up the same pamphlet, the one about how wondrous the crappy airline was, and tried to derail his thoughts. If he didn't then his imagination, as usual, would get carried away. But he couldn't quite help it, now could he? Now with how absolutely stunning Mello was; who wouldn't want a piece of that if offered? And that was the problem with his brain, would Mello ever offer? He would never know.
The calls he received were short, quick "I love you's" and "How are things—oh i've got to go. I'll talk to you later", only later never seemed to come until the next day, or the day after with a new call. He could not help but wonder what Mello was doing…
He knew Mello said he would never do something like that to him-but oh did his mind delve into the deepest pits when it wandered. How could he be certain? Everybody lies, a universal truth. But this was Mello, and Matt knew him. Maybe…right? He frowned.
Mello had probably gotten something special arranged for his arrival and here he was, questioning his loyalty.
But loyalty wasn't the real question, was it. Neither was love, because he knew the blond did. Love him that is. The secrets that he kept however, were enough to drive Matt's brain into a downward spiral somedays. The looks, given between Mello and others in his employment, or supposed strangers on the street; was there something being left unsaid?
The pamphlet crinkled in his grasp and he took a deep breath. Mello was not like that…
But some part of him would always wonder.
And sometimes, Matt realized just how dark his imagination really was.
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AN: So I have used this song before, but it came on my playlist tonight and instead of finding it sexy, I listened to the words and was like, holy crap, thats meeeee! So this was born. :D
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Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime/manga Death Note
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