Beauty hurts, not only because it doesn't last, but because it is only there and you're not able to do anything more than watching.
Seeing beauty isn't enough, because there is always the need for more that can't be satisfied.

Beauty either keeps you craving for more or makes you sick of it. It makes you feel bad either way.


-Pain-

Why couldn't they choose their way? What did they do wrong?

It was painful to remember the past, painful because it was so beautiful, happy, bright, warm; it was everything good that both of them were aching for, everything that contrasted with what they were getting now. Compared to now, they even ached for every moment in the past, because everything seemed brighter than this.

But thinking of better times - and everything seemed better in such an awful situation - only the fact that there had been better times made the today worse; thinking of better times meant pain, and so both of them started to rust. Rusted from the pain, to be dramatic.

It was said that bad times would make people become bitter. Well, as for Mello and Matt, the both of them wouldn't agree. They didn't become bitter; they became just more and more desperate, somehow sour instead of bitter, because they wouldn't bow under their fate, but what made it that bad was that this bowing the only step left.

The only step left forward.

Behind them, there was happiness.

Children laughter. Warm beams of autumn sun. Young children, smiling and laughing. Mello and Matt sat on the grass next to each other, leant against the big and strong trunk of a tree that gave them hold. Mello with his neat, golden blond hair, shoulder long. He had his eyes closed but stretched his pale face towards the warm and golden autumn sun.

Matt had his green eyes fixed on his best friend right next to him. His lips were curled up in pure and deep happiness. There was no other way to describe the feeling, he thought as he glanced up to the beautiful sky above them through his red bangs. Simply happy.

"Mello, I love this day. I don't want it to end!" he said to him.

The other boy still had a huge smile on his lips and turned his gaze now towards his best friend.
He closed his arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.

"Summer should never end, Matt. Look how beautiful everything is in the sun!" he said blissfully.
Matt hugged him back and braced his arms around Mello's warm back.

"Yes, but the best thing about this beautiful time is: it returns next year, you know?"

It would never be gone completely; and that's how it should be with every kind of beauty, especially with happiness.

Eternally, always coming back, no matter what happened.