Second part here. This is my favourite section.

Thanks for the reviews and alerts for Sight; they were greatly appreciated.

Just to clarify: This occurs about a year after Sight, and Matt and Mello now share a room (at Mello's request)

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Sound

Matt loves the sound of a chocolate bar snapping, of steel-toed boots stomping decisively across a hard wooden floor, of soft leather squeaking as its wearer flops down angrily in a chair.

He loves the sound of Mello's voice, like a thousand symphonies crying out their injustices against the world. He dreams of that voice, wishes it would whisper secrets to him, tell him the three words he most longs to hear.

He loves the quiet sound of Mello's breathing as he sleeps, his smooth features peaceful. It is the only time he is calm, the only time he can truly be free from the horrors of their prison-without-walls.

He hates it when Mello shouts, because he knows what it means. He hates the way Mello spits that albino's name like poison, becoming the very thing he once held so much contempt for.

He hates the repulsed curses Mello barks whenever Matt tries to hold him, to comfort him and kiss away his pain.

The sound Matt hates the most is the muffled, midnight sobbing of his friend breaking into pieces too fragile for him to put back together.

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Thank you for reading. Next part should be up in a couple of days, providing we have no more glitches.