"Mello, we should go to bed, its already four in the morning," Matt protested, half asleep.
Mello, not acknowledging the presence of the uneven voice, continued with his work which he was almost done with.
"Matt, a few more minutes you impatient bastard," Mello hissed. He didn't mean to be aggressive, but Matt accepted it as love instead of hate. Matt knew this would get him in trouble, but he turned off the light in the tattered old living room they shared, and tipped the lap top currently being worked on by the blonde, closed with his finger.
Mello just looked at him. Matt was expecting a slap, punch and a knee in the gut and flinched a little. Mello still looking at him, got up from the couch and walked back down the hall, passing the red head. Matt was confused. He let it go and followed his best friend. He entered his room to find Mello taking off his boots and laying down. Matt liked when Mello laid with him, it kept the nightmares away. Not to mention, he liked to cuddle.
Matt laid down on the other side of the bed and rested his head on the shared pillow almost falling asleep instantly. Mello, joining him not long after, looked at the lingering boy next to him. He looked so.. carefree and.. beautiful. Angelic. Mello thought about Matt. He thought about when he bought him chocolate. When he would do things like make him go to sleep knowing he hadn't in the passed few days. When he would let Mello be Mello, letting him swear and hit him and ordering him around. He thought about how Matt kept him sane.
"Matt, you're my lifeline." Mello was trying his hardest not to cry. He had no reason to do so but in this case, his red headed soul mate was almost asleep and didn't have much conscious time left. Mello gazed upon the beautiful boy he called his best friend as he slowly drifted to sleep.
"As you are mine, Mello," Matt said with his last breath awake.
Mello peeled off the goggles that were plastered to the boy's face. As they lay on the single bed in Matt's room, Mello thought that nothing should interrupt the still air besides the even breathing the sleeping body next to him. Mello thought that everything was at it should be.
As his eyes slowly drifted closed, Mello caught one last glimpse of the angelic being he shared a pillow with. He slept...
There was dent in the couch as the leather coated blonde lifted himself up. Thoughts of the man Mello spent his whole life with were reeling through his head. The kitchen was bleak and empty. He always did the food shopping.
In his lingering depression, Mello took out Matts goggles out of his pocket. He looked at the calendar and said out loud, "Happy Birthday Matt.." he was trying his hardest not to fall apart with the idea that Matt was away, that he was alone, that he has been hurt, or worse, dead. He slammed his fists on the wood table before collapsing to the floor. An explosion of sobs left his face. He couldn't handle this. He curled up on the floor and clutched his middle, thinking it would somehow make Matt return and would keep himself together. It would make all the pain leave his body. "Whered you go Matt?" He sobbed to himself.
The destroyed blonde laid there on the hard wood floor of the kitchen for he doesn't know how long. He cradled the missing man's goggles as he fell asleep.
It's been forever since he slept soundly through the night. He hasn't had a dream, just nightmares. It's as if his mind was trying to figure out why the one thing keeping it in check has left. Why it was slowing falling apart at the seams.
Mello didn't think he sinned bad enough for his lifeline to be taken away from him.
It's been about four months since Matt disappeared. Mysteriously, the night it happened, Mello hadn't even woken up. At first he thought that he went out for some cigarettes or maybe a smoke or something. Then when he didn't come back by night fall, Mello started to panic. He decided that he wasn't going to worry. Matt was a big boy. He went on with work in the middle of the night. Two days after Matt vanished, Mello realized something was leave a note. Mello searched and searched and found no nothing. He couldn't believe it.
Mello found it strange and unsteadying when he realized something else. Matt had left every single gaming device he had ever owned inside their apartment. Not to mention, he left his goggles on the nightstand. When coming to this revelation, Mello knew immediately something had gone terribly wrong. This was horrible.
His Matt was gone.