Mello looked down at the grave of the boy he had once loved.
He hadn't known he had loved him.
He thought He'd hated the boy, for always being better than him.
Now he realized his true feelings, now it was too late.
Near shouldn't have died, it was all his fault.
Mello knew something was going to happen, something bad.
Mello had known and now it was too late. He had let Near die.
He had memories, memories of the first time he had met Near up until he had died.
That was all he had, all he had left of Near.
Not enough.
He was sitting by nears grave, most people would have thought the white marble was pure.
Mello knew it wasn't, pure white was the colour of Near's hair, the colour of his skin.
Even the colour of his heart.
Mello had realized how horrible it was now that near was gone.
Now that the Kira investigation was over, he realized how much he missed Near.
His toys, his voice even the the way he sat.
Mello couldn't carry on.
He knew he wouldn't go on without Near.
It was hell.
Even his chocolate couldn't help him. That was a first.
He held the picture that he had taken of himself of Near, "Dear Mello" the words on the back said. In Near's fancy writing.
He shoved the picture inside his front pocket.
Then he held up the long knife he always carried.
He held it up against his chest right over his heart.
He shoved it in.
At first it was very painful but then it just faded. Both pains.
The dark red blood splattered onto the marble grave.
Mello smiled.
"Near, I love you" Mello whispered. It was all he could manage.
But words ,just as powerful, swept through his mind.
I'm Coming…
Was it sad? Too sad? This idea had been bugging me for ages so I finally decided to do something about it. Please review. Reviews are little bits of sunshine on a rainy day. Tell me what you think.