This takes place in Matt's POV.

Disclaimer: No I don't own DN, and I probably never will.

I mentally cursed myself for not coming up with a better thing to say to these people before they shot me. There was a reason I was 3rd smartest at Wammy's, but I just blanked right then and there. Right when the group of assholes pulled the trigger and shot me. Like, fifty times.

I heard the bullets fly through the air and hit me. My red hair is even redder from the blood on my face.

"Shit," I mutter to myself as i notice my goggles are broken.

I realized I was dying, and there was nothing I could do about it. I failed. I didn't complete the mission, and Mello probably won't even know I'm not going to be there anymore.

I didn't even say I Love You.

-flashback-

"Hey, Mells, babe! Yo what are we doing this time?" I asked the love of my life, Mello.

He handed me the keys to our (stolen) car and said "Mission Capture the Whore." I believe when he says 'whore' he means Takada.

I laughed a bit too loudly and kissed his cheek, but he turned his face and captured my lips with his. Tasted like chocolate, as usual.

After he pulled away, he licked his lips and remarked, "You always taste like an ashtray. You should quit smoking, my dear."

I rolled my eyes and pulled out a cigarette. I knew he smoked loads of my cigs but I pretend not to know, I don't like it when Mello gets violent.

"Hey Matt," I turned my head to face the person who said my name, who, of course, was Mello.

"Yes dearest Mihael?" He both loved and hated me saying his real name.

"It's time to go now, we really don't have much time, Mail," Mello whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I really loved him, even when he said my dreaded real name.

Mello kissed my ear, then my neck, then my shoulder. I remember I didn't have a shirt on, and I didn't remember why. It didn't matter either way. He kissed me lower and lower and lower.

We left our tiny apartment 15 minutes late, but at least I had a shirt on.

He fumbled with his motorcyle helmet and finally got it on his gorgeous blond head.

I considered saying 'Goodbye, I love you!" just in case something would happen to us.

But we did say that everytime Mello wanted some fun outside, which usually involved danger or burning or theft, but nothing serious has ever happened to us, except when Mello got stuck in that fire, but the scar was sexy.

We exchanged a quick "ByeBye sweetie," and I looked back at him. He drove off in his black motorcycle, and I looked at him until he was gone from sight and I climbed in the old, rusty red car.

-end flashback-

My cigarette dropped from my mouth. Fuck.

I didn't tell him how much I loved him, or cared about his safety, or about the secret pile of chocolate I bought him as a surprise gift.

It was all brown and blurry now. I couldn't see or hear the people beside me.

I didn't care.

I was stupid.

With my last bit of energy I wished Mello luck.

But I died before I could mentally say I loved him.