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Suggested listening: Shot You Down - Florrie
-Shot you Down-
It was not like in the movies: Green eyes blurry with tears and mascara running in oozing tracks down fair skinned cheeks; hands trembling, clutched around the weapon that would end the torture, the heartache.
It was much more gritty. The coffee table was splintered and broken, a sad representation of its former pristine glory-much like their life. Clothing, furniture, and every other not bolted down object in the apartment was thrown, tossed and strewn about.
And blood.
It started in droplets here and there but turned to splotches and larger little puddles leading to where he had the gun trained on his lover. The one person who was supposed to care for him, throw away at least a 'little' of pride for him. They were not married, never discussed it, probably because the man before him could never commit. He enjoyed games and threats too much.
Argue out too much and "You're on thin ice," better start packing. Defend himself and "Learn your place," and the "Box" comes out.
With head cocked to the side he asked, "How have you survived for so long? Why has no one done this before?" Honestly, was the mafia full of such cowards?
The messy haired blue eyed demon smirked. "No one was stupid enough to dare."
And there it was, another jab at his intelligence. He never really cared what others thought of him, knowing his own worth when others doubted, but Mello always had a way of tearing him down. Perhaps that was Mello's undoing. He tore down too much of Matt's wall.
"No. They were too stupid to try." and that was all he had to say. Mello knew it as well, and lunged as the gun fired.
The gun skidded across the room and Matt stared up at Mello who was above him, fingers at his throat. His mouth was tugged into a mirthless smile, lips bloody as Matt's.
Blue eyes fluttered, "You always were a good shot."
Matt pushed Mello off of him, crouching beside the fallen man. Red spread steadily from beneath black painted nails, and Mello hissed weakly. He had hit a major artery.
Matt leaned, placing a kiss against those familiar lips, watching his eyes flutter again, before standing and heading for the door.
He had pulled the trigger on their love... and now he was free.
-End-