Life hadn't been very good to Matt.
In fact, Matt realized one day, Life was a mirror image of his mother during the year she finally gave into her broken heart and cancer: distanced and slightly cold---- and if Life had eyes, they would be cloudy, just like Matt's mother's had been.
(Only Matt was sure that Life's husband probably didn't cheat on Her because of the illness that left Her bedridden, meaning that Life had no reason to be such a Miserable Bitch.)
The thing was, Matt was very self-involved; too self-involved to realize that Life hadn't been good to anyone at Wammy's, and his plight was no different than Mello's or Near's, or the annoying kid down the hall, or the new kid, or the one that was always talking about killing herself.
And maybe if he wasn't so self-involved, he would have realized that he was one of the lucky ones, because he didn't cry at night like the other kids did, and he'd made a friend. A real friend, not just someone to sit beside during lunch. A friend to stay up all night with, to joke with, to share a bed with and it wouldn't be weird at all, to cry with, to lean against when the days were really cold---
And Mello could move his lips and miracles would fall out of them, lots and lots of miracles, but Matt was so self-involved and stuck on his own unhappiness that he refused to see the miracles, what he could have, and only saw the lips, what he couldn't have.
Life had been reasonably okay to Matt, but he didn't know it because he let all of his miracles go to waste.
Lately, I've been having this strange fascination with lips. And Oh Comely by Neutral Milk Hotel. Seriously, guys. If you haven't heard that song, you need to immediately. It will change your life, no questions asked. So yeah. I basically missed Matt so much and you all have no idea how happy I am to have written this, no matter how short and suckish it was. Reviews would make me happy.