"I hate you," he whispered, but to Matt it seemed as if the words had echoed throughout the dim-lit room. Matt didn't say anything, he never did. Mello would leave as usual and end up coming back in the middle of the night, and the next morning act as if nothing happened. Matt hated it, he bet Mello doesn't even realize how hurtful it is when he says things like that, words that tore through Matt's heart like sharp knives.
Matt wondered why he put up with this,the hurt, the pain, and not even an apology to come with it. But he'd always end up answering his own question with that one, because within the slightest touch, kiss, Matt would feel as if he was on cloud nine.
Mello never means what he says to Matt, but he hated to apologize. To Mello apologizing meant you did something wrong, and he loathed admitting his wrong-doing. Mello had never loved anyone as much as he loves Matt, Matt was always their, loyal, witty, his soft spot.
Mello didn't know why he did this to Matt, say these things that were truly false, then he'd answer his own question because of his damn pride. Mello loved Matt with all his heart, he made him feel whole, like somebody was actually there for him.
Tension began to rise as Mello shot Matt a death glare. Matt didn't say anything, he never did, but this time he knew what he'd do. As soon as Mello exited their apartment, he sprung into action and began to pack all of his stuff, not even hesitating. Before he could leave a picture of two boys smiling happily caught his attention.
Where did they go, he thought to himself. He grabbed a piece of paper and a sharpie quickly scribbled something on it. He left the piece of paper where the picture once was, and with that exited the apartment.
Goodbye Mello.