AN: (bites fingers) Bad hands! You stop writing angst! It makes me sad. (sigh) Have I mentioned how much fun torturing Matt is? A lot. Well, its isnt torture, persay... More emotional truama. Lots and lots of emotional trauma for Matt! Woohoo! I loves Matty though, yesh I does. (insert fangirl squee here) Anyways, this is right after Mello leaves, roughly half an hour later.

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I did, I don't. So there.

The two had reached an unspoken understanding.

One would leave, and the other...

well, the other wasn't so sure as to what was expected of him.

So he sat.

Sat at that window,

that window in that room,

that window in that room, of that lonely, musty, dank orphanage.

And he tried to think.

Think about anything, and everything.

Anything but what had just happened.

He tried to think of every paper cut,
every burn,
every punch to the face.
Every pull of his hair,
every time he'd had the wind knocked right out of his chest.
Every head and stomachache he'd ever experienced,
every time he'd ever vomited or choked.

But all of those things, try as he might to make them,
could not even begin to compare
with the overwhelming emptiness, which was now twanging away at his heartstrings.

So he tried, once more, to pull himself back,
and away from the hurt.
In his minds eye, he was now a third party, looking in on it all,
and he thought to himself...

There's that Matt kid again, just sitting there at that window.
He spends a lot of time on that window seat, why doesn't he just go outside?
Sure looks like he wants to. Why doesn't he?...
He looks kind of sad, though it's hard to see any facial expression through that mess of burgundy hair. It's all matted up and wet up on his head.
Its raining; maybe he just came in from outside.
So why is he sitting at that window like he wants to go out?
Maybe he's waiting for something...or someone to come home...?
No, no ones coming home to a place like this.
Anyone who leaves is gone for good...
No ones coming home in this weather,
no one...
when they leave here, they're gone for good...

The third party felt something cascade down their cheek,
and suddenly,
for that Matt kid,
sitting on that window seat,
in that lonely, musty, dank orphanage,
things became much too real again.

Why I so angsty? Review make me less angsty...:HINT:HINT: