A/N: This is my 1st fanfic, so be gentle! But I accept any criticism to help me. This is only a one-shot. It's a Near x Mello story from Near's point of view. This occurs before Mello's visit to the SPK to retrieve his photo.
Every night, I have the same dream.
There are arms thrown around me, clutching me close.
Warm arms – gentle but firm.
They wrap around my chest, tenderly soothing the cold heart within me.
I hear a voice huskily call out my name, low and soft.
But beautiful.
Who?
And at this point I wake up in the morning, feeling a vague sense of happiness.
I've had the dream again.
And it first had been the same so far.
I had never been able to turn around and identify the person behind me.
But this time, I can.
I can detect the sweet smell of chocolate.
The pungent scent of leather.
Golden blonde hair.
And piecing, dark eyes overflowing with emotions.
And then I woke up, breathing hard in shock.
Gasping a single name out loud, I murmur, "Mello."
Mello. I love you.