A/n: I do not own deathnote or its characters. But I do own Hol & LaLa (:
"So long, goodbye…"
Crème colored walls surrounded me now. As the smell of red roses drifted in my line of scent I felt the sting in my eyes as I held back tears. They were gone…both of them. I'd never get to see their faces again. La sat beside me, the grip on my hand was unbearable. I knew she wanted to scream…scream for Matt. The tears fell silently on her face & it took everything I had to look away. I waited for the brunette lady with the freckled nose to end her speech. My hands found their way to the edges of my seat. Gripping tightly to it, my knuckles turned white. Any longer, and I was going to lose it. The women nodded curtly with a sympathetic look and stepped down from the podium. The moment I dreaded had come. Standing up, I took La's arm as she walked with me up to the casket. I caught a glimpse of Mello's blonde locks and not a moment later I collapsed to my knees. I couldn't hold it in any longer. Not caring how loud I was for the first time in my life…I cried in front of someone. LaLa quietly lowered herself onto her knee's placing her hands upon my face, with the most hurtful look in her eyes. She made a silent plea to the Mortician, who understood stepping out of the room for a moment. Without hesitating; I wrapped my arms around La in an embrace crying hard into her shoulder. She rubbed my back; making hush sounds in my ear, but I was too far gone to hear them.
My mind had wondered off to the boy I'd spent my summers with. What happens to him now? Where is he? Can he see, or hear me? He had always told me that he would go to hell. Though he'd never admit it, every night before he'd leave to handle business, or get ready for bed he'd pray, with his rosary in hand. I could never see Mello in hell. Though he may have seemed hateful towards Near or drop dead scary towards his coworkers in the mafia, Mello had a soft side, rarely shown.
For a brief moment I imagined Mello. His blonde mid cropped hair, deep blue eye's…his sharp nose, and curvy lips tipped up in a smirk.
A small smile slipped to the surface as I pulled away from La. Wiping my eyes quickly, I stood helping her up.
Yes…There must be a heaven, for only someone like Mello could end up there. He deserved that second chance. He was a hero.
…My hero.
-Fin