I DID NOT WRITE THIS. My friend did, during lunch one day, for me. I just found it in my desk drawer, and re-read it. I love it dearly, so I hope you guys do too.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even this story. I just titled it and typed it. She doesn't even know I'm posting it. Yay for copyright? :D?
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A single moment can change so much.
"M-Mello…"
A plit second decision can make everything so different.
"Matt."
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The blond rolled over onto the edge of the bed, holding the pillow tightly. He could still feel the tears where they had slid down his cheeks whilst he dreamt of the red-head.
"He's gone, stop thinking about him." Even as he spoke, he gripped the pillow tighter.
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Mail sat up and stretched, having just woken up. The apartment in which the gamer lived was modest, enough for him.
"Morning Mi-" he began, but stopped before the mafia boss' name name slipped from his lips. Matt sighed and slumped out of bed to the shower.
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Mihael nibbled at the chocolate half-heartedly. Ever since his nerd had left, even chocolate had lost it's flavor, the leather was less comfortable, and being his usual snappy, bitchy self held no appeal.
He heaved a sigh as, for the first time, debated just putting on sweatpants.
Matt stared forlornly at the screen of the DS, lost not in thoughts of the game, but istead of his protector, his Mello.
"Fuck it," he finally said and stood, throwing down the system and grabbing his keys.
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Mello stared as he heard the knocking on his apartment door. He wiped the tears from his puffy eyes and yelled, "Go away," his voice shaking.
"Please Mihael, let me in," he heard that sweet voice call. He dropped the goggles he had been playing with and ran to the door. There, standing in front of him, was his Mail, his gamer, his Matty. His own eyes puffy and red, Matt smiled weakly at Mello. He was immediately grabbed by hands and pulled into a hug.
"I missed you, Matt."
"I missed you, too."