(A/N: Oh my could this be? The most disgustingly cliched piece of corn ever? Ahh remind me never to try my hand at something vaguely poetic, ever again. Oh and uh funny story. ok so ya see I bought Death Note but then I sold it to get some money cuz i was running low on Pocky, so its not mine anymore. Haha jk of course, and i know I dont actually mention any names in here but it's like mattxmello so yays! Reviews pleez? Luv you guyz)

You Have Everything

And on the day that you both died, you talked of when you were children. Of how you would chase the sunlight through the days, until you caught it in your hair and it shone through when you smiled. You counted all the colors in the rainbows, never finding anything new, yet still dazzled by the sight. You held hands in the moonlight reflected from fireflies' wings. You whispered softly to each other in the summer air, making it sweeter every time your breaths mingled.

And on the day that you both died, you talked of when you were teenagers. Teenagers drowning in the intensity of your own emotions, you talked of how you would stay up late, to sit on the roof and stare at the stars. Remembering the fireflies of your youth. And when you were teenagers you caught each other's tears and hopes and laughter, in hands and hearts and lips so attuned to each other.

And the day that you both died, fated never to be much more than teenagers, you knew the untimely end was near. You could hear the bells tolling for your deaths, as clearly as one who had gone on before you.

And on the day that you both died you shared your true feelings, hidden from the world; from each other. And the last breath of each of your lives was derived with one single word; love.

And on the second you both died your hearts cried out in agony, in the pain of losing one another to the darkness that was soon to come.

And on the day after you both died you were found once again. In the blinding darkness that is nothing you found each other. And as you both sat on the brink of oblivion, you talked. You talked of how never again would you feel the sunshine in your hair (only the flames on your skin) or count the colors in a rainbow (only the holes from the bullets) or watch the stars shine down from the heavens where you now reside. Yet neither of you cared, neither of you still care; because in nothing you have each other, and in each other you have everything.