On the field I remember
you were incredible
Hey shut up, hey shut
up, yeah
Mello sighed as he
remembered his best childhood friend.
He wished he could talk to him,
play with his messy auburn hair, look into his deep blue eyes.
But there was no way that
would happen now.
Matt had jumped off a
building a month ago.
He'd said, or rather left a note that said, "Mihael, I love you."
On the field I remember
you were incredible
Hey shut up, hey shut
up, yeah
Eventually Mello figured that, day by day, he would begin forget about Matt if he got rid of his things.
He was wrong.
Every little thing, Matt's or not, reminded him of his deceased friend, from his week-old socks lying on the dirty (if not slightly melted from an experiment with Matt's cigarettes) carpet, to the lone screwdriver in a toolbox somewhere in the tiny kitchen.
On the match with the
boys, you think you're all alone
With the pain that you
drain from love
He'd lost loved ones before, sure. Hasn't everybody? Nothing could compare with Matt, though. It was like a part of his very being had gone missing. Almost like the time when, at Wammy's House, he had lost his favourite stuffed bunny, Usashi. Not quite, but almost. He laughed when the sick irony hit him.
In a car with a girl,
promise me she's not your world
'Cause Andy, you're a
star
He recalled the times he had been mad at Matt for various reasons: forgetting to pay his half of the rent, smoking inside, keeping Mello awake with his video games' incessant 8-bit beeping. Those seemed like nothing now. Once, he recalled, Matt had gone out with a girl. Mello refused to talk to him for a few days after they'd broken up, even with Matt begging his forgiveness and making him breakfast each morning.
Leave your number on
the locker and I'll give you a call
Hey shut up, hey shut
up, yeah
He remembered all kinds of things about himself and Matt: When they'd met, how they'd discovered they'd both wanted to be criminal masterminds... Mello wished with all his heart that Matt could come back, if only for five minutes, to talk to him. He'd get on with life so much better. But, oh, the laws of the universe are harsh and cruel, showing favour to none.
Leave your legacy in
gold on the plaques that line the hall
Hey shut up, hey shut
up, yeah
He thought of all the things they would've done if it hadn't been for that damned Kira. He'd ruined everything by finding that stupid notebook. Mello sighed, replacing anger with sadness and fear. He rummaged through his old duffel bag for a pen and something to write on. Eventually settling for a crumpled sheet of copy paper, he penned this:
"Whomever it may
concern:
Goodbye. Tell Lena not to
miss me too much.
Mihael Keehl"
He found his old pistol,
and pointed it at himself.
On the streets, such a
sweet face jumping in town
In the staff when the
verdict is in
In a car with a girl,
promise me she's not your world
'Cause Andy, you're a
star
Mello pulled the trigger.
In nobody's eyes but
mine
Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes but
mine
Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes
In nobody's eyes but
mine
SUPER SPECIAL NOTE FROM CRYPTICS:
...And somewhere, about three Mello/Matt fangirls cried, even though this songfic sucks. I have no clue what I was thinking with Andy, You're a Star. ;--;
But I love the song. The Killers with Death Note, hah. It's pun, get it?
Alright, go read Mind Games or something. Seriously, wild-filly is amazing.