Title: Unfortunate Bittersweet (A Series of Oneshots)

Author's Notes: Don't own DeathNote. If I did, wouldn't that be neat-o? Well, hope you enjoy what my inspiration created. The song excert is from 'Ocean Avenue' by Yellowcard. This is dedicated to my best friend, Samara, aka, Honoka. Everytime I listen to that song, I think of her. I miss her so much and I hope she likes this fanfic. BYE! (Sorry about the pairing, Hono-chan. I still hope it makes you smile!) Wait for updates, and R and R!
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Matt looked up at the night sky.

He always did...

Matt covered his shaking eyes with his goggles, his shaking hands barely able to grasp.

...love me, right?

He tried to choke down the last puff of his cigarette without tearing up, and accomplished, at the least, that very task.

Maybe now that he's gone...

His smile was weak, yet intoxicatingly bright like the stars that shone above his head.

...I can prove...

Matt's hands dove into each of his pockets, retreaving his abandonded lighter and cigarette pack. 'My last pack...' he thought to himself.

...how strong I can be...

His knees were wobbly and unsturdy, and his laugh was unconvincing at proving cheerfulness.

...without him around.

His laughter turned to booming chuckles, insane and abusive on his vocal chords. Soon, it errupted into a scream of pain and utter agony on his part. His knees gave out from underneath him, and with a loud 'thud' followed by a spine-chilling 'crack', Matt was on the cold, hard ground; face down. And still, he laughed...

Why won't you come back, Mello...

Tears slid down onto the sidewalk, along with crimson blood that reflected the image of the full moon that surfaced in the sky. The shatter of the plastic lense in his goggles wasn't the most helpful part of getting himself off the ground. His eyes wandered along the cement, following the running blood, darkly shadding it.

...and save me from myself?

His mad cackle started again, and luckily at 3 a.m in the morning, nobody was alive enough to listen to it. He laughed himself to more tears that rolled right down his, now rosey pink, cheeks. His hand ended up at his wounded side, covering the massive gash that spilled blood.

Don't make me look so weak...

"Hey...Mello...maybe if I die here on the sidewalk, you'll HAVE to come back for me...won't you, Mello?" The shakiness of his voice, and the all-together hopelessness, had him wrapped around that insane idea.

"Maybe if I fall a few times, you'll come back and catch me." He shouted to the nothingness infront of him. What lay beyond him was what scared him the most...

...just to see me cry...please.

"Maybe if I shoot myself here on the bloody (no pun intended) sidewalk, you'll come back to me!" Madness threw him off, and he lost control of everything he knew. He fell once more, not to get up again. He sobbed into the blood that stained the cement, every tear hurting him even more.

"I remember the look in your eyes when I told you this was goodbye. You were begging me not here...not now. We'll keep looking up at the same old sky. We'll keep pretending the sun will not rise. We'll be together somewhere...somehow. If I could find you now things would get better. We could leave this town and run forever. I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together."--Yellowcard