The way he sat made me want to hold him, the way his head hung down made me want to comfort him, but worst of all, the tears streaming down his face made me want to kiss him, to rid him of his pain and agony. His blond hair usually so straight and orderly now hung in unordered stands around his face from having a hand tugging or passing through it. I heard him choke back another sob. Mello, my poor, broken Mello. If only he felt the same. If only I had the courage to tell him how I felt, if only...
"Hey, Matt," Mello said. He choked on his words from all of his crying. "Why does all this shit happen to us, just why do things have to fucking be this way?"
"I don't know, Mels. I really don't," he attempted a glare at my use of the nickname he hated, but he couldn't even do that. I walked over and sat on the bed with him.
"I don't want to leave this place. Wammy's is my home, my life. I grew up here, literally. But now, knowing that we have to leave, it sucks, and I'll miss everything. Our friends, the warm bed, the comfy lifestyle, but mostly, I'll miss you." he said letting his head drop down again.
I sat stunned, "What do you mean you'll miss me the most...?"
"I mean I love you!" He stood up the force of it making the chair he was sitting on fall back. Without bothering to pick it up he went and sat on his bed. " I just never knew when or how to tell you. I didn't know how you would react but I have nothing left to lose. So I'll say it again, I love you Matt, I know you probably don't feel the same bu-" I cut him off with a kiss silencing the rest of his sentence.
"This is how I would react." I whispered into his ear. "This is how I've felt for years." leaving it at that I kissed him again. Not caring about anything other than Mello. Just the taste of chocolate and salt on his lips and the warmth of his body pressed against mine. This is the feeling I've longed for. This is what I've always wanted, I never wanted this feeling to go away. "My Mello" I muttered between kisses. I felt him smile. this is how things should be.
I sat against the bed frame and gazed at the closed door. I smiled as I remembered that day and wished I could see Mello again. I missed the beautiful blonde hair and the smell of leather and chocolate that always surrounded him. "My Mello." I muttered one more time before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep with dreams of Mello dancing through my head.