GAME PAUSE
SAVE & QUIT
CONTINUE
It was, for the sake of argument, the most boring day Matt had ever come across in his entire life.
And, for the love of god, he was playing World of Warcraft.
Honestly, there is no god.
WoW is only for nerds with super-computers.
Granted, Mail 'Matt' Jeevas was a nerd. A big one, at that. But he refused to lower himself to that level. And yet, he had.
Sweet Jesus, what had become of him?
After Mello had left, those some five years ago, perhaps four, Matt had become mostly a shut-in, only doing work he was assigned to.
He barely went outside, and did most of said work through a computer or phone; only smoking through a window in his cruddy apartment. And during those years, he had become sorta-kinda-maybe friends with Near, since he was the only one who would come in his pig-sty of a room at Wammy's House and tell him somewhat-relative details.
And it was all thanks to that no-good asshole bastard that he called a friend.
Matt sighed.
Matt decided to quit, and closed the top on his laptop. He felt like watching some humor, so he could stop being so fucking emo.
'Y-You're a whore! A filthy, filthy whore!' Matt snickered at the animated sitcom. At least he wasn't feeling so deep in shit now.
After a while of watching television, he turned it off, and sighed. He couldn't, didn't return to his game for the sake of his brain cells. L33t was going to be the death of him. Matt closed his eyes and, if only for a moment, pretended that everything was alright.
He wasn't living in a cruddy apartment.
Mello was by his side.
L wasn't dead…
Kira was no more.
His parents weren't both dead.
And his eyes were open again.
Unfourtunatley, however, everything was still the same.
Matt picked up his DS and put in Phantom Hourglass. He at least could do some good by saving an imaginary princess, albeit an annoying one who can't see the fact that's she's going to be kidnapped if she was cast for the main role in said game.
He sighed once more.
It wasn't the game he should be blaming.
It should be himself.
And while he continued to seethe at his game, a knock on the door was heard.
A barely audible one.
Matt picked himself up from the tattered couch to answer the door.
"Alright, alright I'm coming. Stop pest-."
And in that very second of his entire life, Matt was paused.
Utterly speechless. He couldn't move at all.
"H-Hey Matt…Long time no see h-."
There, in the middle of the floor, collapsed from multiple wounds, was Miheel Keehl.
Or in other words:
Mello.
GAME PAUSE
SAVE & QUIT
CONTINUE