A/N: Hello, and welcome to my first MelloxMatt, and my first finished product in.. years. xD
I hope you all enjoy.
He lied there, naked and covered in sweat, wanting nothing more than to be dead, with him. It was too real, It was always too real. He could still fell lips on his skin, that warm body under his own. The young mans pleasured cries still ringing in his ears, and Mello was almost positive that he had scratches on his back.
But none of that changed anything. Matt was gone and wouldn't be coming back. Ever.
Mello ran his hand over his tear streaked face, as he tried to hold back a sob.
Though he could never regret the times with his late lover, he hated how every year, on the anniversary of his death, Mello could just swear Matt came back; and every time, just before he faded away like the memory he was sure to be, the young gamer would whisper into the blonds ear that he loved and missed him.
Every year, the same thing. He was sure he was losing it, an part of him didn't care. He just wanted his Matt back. He wanted to wake up with the boy in his arms, like before. He missed the arguments and fights. He missed Matts goofy grin and the way he fiddled with his goggles when he was nervous.
And like every year, when Miheal fell into deep, dreamless sleep, he wondered if Matt would return the next year, or if it was all, always, just a dream.