Touching him made me forget about my problems for a while. A gentle brushing of hands, of lips, the feel of his red hair and the rest of the world would slip away, leaving me alone with him.
We didn't have very long, that we both knew, but we had each other for as long as we had left. If touching him postponed that moment of final parting, then I don't think either of us would ever stop. I'd leave Kira to Near, give up the Death Note, leave behind the very possibility of death, if only to stay with him longer.
But we both know what needs to be done. With one last kiss and a look containing thousands of unsaid feelings, we speed away to our deaths. Our last touch still consuming our souls.
A/N: so i was bored and looking through stuff and decided to write a bunch of tiny drabbly things of the MattMello sort...i like them and they will probably a lot since i get tiny ideas all day long...yeah i'm obsessed!
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