Sometimes, Matt would look out his window in his room at Wammy's, and watch.
He'd watch the flowers, and the grass, the clouds; but mostly he'd watch the sun.
Matt would think that Mello is like the sun. Bright and fiery, and hot hot hot. It shined golden and free; people hated it and absolutely loved it at the same time.
The moon, in all it's pale, cool, glory. Misunderstood and gray; beaten and flogged until it had scars to tell the story, but never told because the sun outshined it. Kind of like Near, Matt mused, but not really.
And himself. Well, Matt didn't really know what he was, compared to Near and Mello. And he feared he would never find out.
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yo: first DN fic. Don't really know what this is. XD I was in the shower when I thought of it and I'm in the mood to write something.