Why'd you do this to me, Mells?
On that night, years ago, you told me that we'd never see each other again.
I cried that night, alone.
I had been to afraid to tell you how I felt about you, and now?
You were gone.
Then, years later, I got that call.
It was you, calling me back.
And I came to you.
I fell in love all over again.
Sure, you'd changed, but inside, you were the same Mello I'd always known.
This time, I told myself that I was going to tell you.
I really was going to.
But every night, you came home, exhausted and aggrieved.
You'd take out your anger on me, sometimes.
I have the scars to prove it.
But that never bothered me.
When you were done with the harsh words and blows, I saw the tears come from your eyes.
But as much as I wanted to comfort you, to hold you while you cried, I never said a word.
Never a word.
I was too afraid to tell you.
What would you say?
Would you love me back?
Then, last night, it happened again.
You had to leave, to go somewhere.
You were meeting Kira.
I begged you, pleaded with you.
Don't go Mello.
Please, don't go.
But when you kicked me away and demanded to know why you shouldn't go, I didn't say anything at all.
You were gone all night.
This morning, I got a call from one of those people you work with.
I nearly drop the phone, frozen in terror.
I drive to you, as fast as I can, and I take you back home.
You're unconscious, but I can tell you're in pain.
Your beautiful, beautiful face…
Now half of it is burned.
Inflamed red flesh, against charred, almost black skin.
You're barely breathing, and every breath you do take is labored.
Don't leave me like this, Mells.
I've waited so long to tell you this.
Don't die before I can.
Mello
Mihael Keehl
I love you.
I've loved you for years.
I will always love you, no matter how you treat me or beat me.
Don't abandon me again, Mells.