Hello Fangirls across the Earth! Just so you know I wrote this at like, three in the morning and then had a dream that I read it to a crowd of crying toddlers.
Anyway… This is filled with angst and sadness and shortness. It is set right after Mello left the House. It is inspired by a picture of Matt on Mels grave. It was so sad! I wanted to cry. I hope you like this sad excuse for drabble; there will be more to come! (I hope)
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of the Wammys, I don't even own my mind, the plot bunnies have made it their vacation home.
Criticism is framed and put on my shelf to treasure forever.
Black Rose
Two young boys walked into a graveyard on a damp day in England. They make their way up to a headstone with nothing on it and no corpse underneath. The taller one of the two holds three blood red roses, to match his hair. When they reach the grave he takes the goggles adorning his head off, letting them fall around his neck, and then bows his head. The boy to his left looks up at him then does the same with his pure white one. After a moment of silence the red-head speaks. "Near?" He almost whispers. "Yes Matt?" The boy, Near, answered. "Do you think he'll ever come back?" Matt asks. After contemplating what to tell the elder, he answers. "No. he won't ever come back. We may find him one day, or we may be seeing him in the newspaper*. Maybe he'll come back for you. But He will never come back." As Near finished a tear rolled down the others face. He laid down the flowers and nodded to his companion. As they walked back to the car, he looked back one last time in the direction of the cold stone. Except he did not see an empty headstone or a bodiless casket. What he saw were the knee marks etched into the damp ground on either side of a single back rose.
*Meaning he has an obituary.