Matt finally found his friend, lying unconscious in an abandoned building. The man's face & body had been badly burned on the right side. He wasn't sure what he would do, his main goal had been to find Mello, who had disappeared after destroying the mafia hideout he'd been working from. He had called Matt occasionally, usually with curt orders & no goodbye. There were some days, though, that he would talk a little longer, his voice wouldn't be as harsh, they'd talk about Wammy's or Mello would complain about Near. He had almost cried once when he talked about L. Matt could envision him, icy green eyes flashing, and honey-colored hair falling in his flushed face as his body was shaken by dry sobs which he fought to control. Matt had never seen him cry, he doubted he could, but he liked to think so. He'd liked to imagine those angelic features looking human. The burns almost did that, but at the same time they made his face look more surreal. The slight flaw in his perfect face made him somehow more beautiful. Matt gazed at his first & only friend, was this normal? Considering a friend beautiful. Relying on him to think, function, feel. He wasn't sure. Mello wouldn't know either, he didn't have friends he had pawns. Matt wondered if he was a pawn too. Did the angel do this to all his "friends"? Make them feel important, like only theymatter, all the while judging their worth. No, he's not the type. He always said he let his emotions control him. But the question always remained, eating at his soul as he lay awake wondering, after all this time, if all friends did this to each other.