Sometimes, Mello got lonely. But, like everything else, he had a cure for that: Adrenaline. Pure, unadulterated, feel good chemicals coursing through his veins. Mello had decided that by beating Near or blatantly defying authority gave him that rush he so desperately craved. The rush that masked the loneliness. He was quite aware of that fact. Mello knew he was running, but he loved the challenge. The challenge of running from a rapidly approaching past. He loved it.
He hated it.
Sometimes, Mello missed his mother. She had been beautiful, with wavy golden hair cascading past her shoulders. And her eyes. Mello remembered her eyes to this very day. They were a brilliant icy blue, but not cold in the least. They were warm and inviting, basking in the joy of the world. Innocent and carefree, that's how Mello perceived his mother.
Mello was glad for one thing though. Matt. Matt made the loneliness bearable on days when adrenaline wasn't enough. Days where Mello felt like breaking, Matt was there to hold him together. For that, he was thankful. Of course, Mello knew Matt loved him. But the man had decided he was too broken to return the love. Matt didn't mind. At least, Mello thought he didn't. He silently hoped…
Finally, there was chocolate. Chocolate, of all things. Perhaps it was to add sweetness to the bitterness of his world. Perhaps he just liked the taste. Mello no longer knew anyway. It didn't matter. There were more important things to care about. Like Kira. Like beating Near. Like avenging L.
And slowly….
These things faded…
Into nothingness….
…And Mello was no longer lonely.