It's been four months since Mello has passed on. No one is extremely affected by his death but his loyal accomplice. It was the very first time that he actually became afraid of something, afraid that he might be the next victim of the most known criminal for justice- is this justice? He rarely questioned things but that thought crossed his mind. Mail Jeevas and his emerald eyes, look through them and it will feel like you are reading an open book. He once been told that his eyes revealed all of his emotions , He doesn't like being read thus he would often look away or not look at all when somebody is interacting with him. That changed though, Ever since Mello started talking to him, He would often make fun of Matt because he's a pushover and shy but he keeps telling him that he'd rather have him that way. "I'm not shy. I'm just uncomfortable that you're staring too much.'' Those were the words that he would often use; Words that never failed to make the blond chuckle or smirk. Day by day, They'd sit next to each other but no conversation lasts without the insults, laughter and violence, nonetheless they were still good friends or so they think. There was once a time when Mello barged into Matt's room with a set of tinted goggles, He handed the goggles and pointed out that if he wear that ridiculous thing, He wouldn't have to look away anymore. Remembering that, He knew the blond isn't a complete asshole and with the empty silence filling the four corners of their apartment, Matt knew that he, himself, has a long-ass list of reasons why he had to mourn him for months or even years. He just hoped that Mello is less-selfish to not take the biggest risk; unfortunately it's too late for his hopes now.