Beauty was in how he spoke. How he moved. How he thought. How he felt. How he functioned as a person or created his thoughts. It was… magical. His hair was as golden as a sunbeam. His eyes were as delicate blue as a piece of ice in the ocean. His skin was as pale as a white sheet. His hands were bony and soft like velvet placed over muscle. His mouth was as pink as a pastel pink flower. His burn was… sad.
That was what made him more and more interesting: the burn he so obviously despised. He wished it would disappear into the nothingness and would stop reminding him that he's a "fuck-up". To Matt, though, Mello was not only more interesting but also easier to be around since the scar appeared. Mello showed so much more emotion and it was nice for him to. The two were the masters of hiding all the deep and annoying emotions that got in the way of becoming L or exploring more knowledge. Both of them, not just Mello, tried to be a little more like Near and L: logical, not emotional.
However, they could not shut them off. Matt was excellent at it; for years of practice assisted in doing such an action. Mello was emotionally-driven; there was no way to turn it off. Matt and Mello were forced to express to each other and each other only. They would feel the emotions they held back together and explode as a double-sided bomb. Sometimes, it was extreme anger that broke things and ripped up books and left tear stains all over the clothing they wore.
They held each other through tears, yelled at each other through tears, sat together through tears, and let it out. They were each other's stress balls – without the pain of hurting one another.
However, what was so significant about this way of release was how each of them took it. They both fell for one another; yet weren't meant to. Matt found a certain fascination in just watching Mello go about his business, allowing himself to be drowned in his growing depression. Mello took it badly and worried constantly over it in his spare time.
Matt infested his mind with each small action that Mello unconsciously took notice of. He liked the way Matt did things (of course, only when Matt did them) and, yet, couldn't watch him like Matt did to him. He hated the way his emotions came over him and tears came to his eyes, with no real reason to be there (he realized just what it was that made him tear up much later).
They were beauty to each other and it was a severe problem in the emotions department. Mello was exploding in them, no knowledge on how to deal with what he felt being his cause of a strange range of emotions. Matt was beginning to sink and drown into the holes of the sad and angry area, depression consuming his once sane mind. Mello believed his raging emotions weren't to be returned and it seemed he was confused on how to deal with ridding of them or controlling them. Matt was just sticking with the idea that they would not be returned and the feelings became overwhelming, so he allowed the sadness to pull him under the surface until he hit the deep end of depression.
Matt was able to handle his emotions at a cost, but even when he put down the video game and turned to stare at the sky beyond the window or stare at the wooden floor, he looked so graceful and beautiful. Every small movement made him captivating even if every other human being did them. Blinking, slowly smiling, and trying to hold back tears. He held the emotion when he might've shouldn't have. He placed a plastic figure of sarcasm, hostility, and crude humor above who he really was, but, with only Mello, he was forced to put it down. Though he loved him, he barely had the strength to let out what hurt. What damaged them both most was sadness was most beautiful on them. Matt became a painting of slow grace and pain. Mello became a loud scene of beauty and depression.
They were the saddest art to exist. You know, until they stopped being living.