MATT'S POV
"Yep. Happened around the same time my parents…" said Mello.
I gave him the biggest hug I could possibly give him. I hope he didn't take it the wrong way and think I was gay for him or something…
"Mello, I understand." I whispered. "Don't cry."
He stared at me, with a strange mixture of emotions in his brilliant blue eyes. He looked extremely pissed off, but I could see tears building up. It wasn't like Mello to cry, and I knew him better than anyone else.
"I… was once in a similar situation," I confessed.
But it was more than just similar. It was almost exactly the same.
I shuddered. I didn't want to remember what had happened 7 years ago, and to think that Mello, my best friend in the world, had also gone through it was just… depressing.
The blonde boy suddenly wrapped his arm around me and started bawling his eyes out. I ruffled his silky hair and assured him that everything would be alright.
"How about we have a bath? That'll help us relax." I suggested, trying to lighten the mood as much as possible.
Mello was OK with this plan, and he walked into the bathroom. I followed him.
As we were taking our clothes off, I saw Mello staring at my back. He had noticed that I had a scar there too.
"Will you please stop staring at me like that? It's quite… yanno… uncomfortable!" I giggled, ignoring the fact that he had just discovered my scar. I was just trying to cheer Mello up the best I could.
I then practically dived into the bathtub, soaking the place and laughing madly as I splashed water everywhere.
Mello was still miserable. He slid into the bathtub, without saying a word. Suddenly...
"How could I have been so fucking STUPID?" he yelled.
"M… Mello?" I stammered.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed at the top of his voice.
"What's wrong?"
"I told you to SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"Mello, please just tell me what's wrong." I whimpered, on the verge of tears.
"But… I can't."