Once upon a time, the sun was shining.

The sun was smiling, shining brightly trough tall windows. It was a hot summer day, hotter than any other day this summer which had contained mainly of gloomy windy days. His face was still young when he smiled at me, no brighter than the sun, and his golden hair swirled around his face.

"Duuuude!" He laughed, clinging tightly to the redhead's arm, nearly tripping him. "Let's go outside, I've grown tired of your stupid games!"
The other boy responded with a grown, shrugging Mello off his shoulders. "But, I don't want to" He mumbled, knew that the blond was going to have his way eventually anyway. "It's too hot" His argument was as lethargic as it could get.

Mello stood up on his feet, looked down at Matt who sat with his gameboy too close to his face. Matt was a little bit thinner than Mello and weaker with no doubt. "If you're not coming I'll go alone".

Green eyes met azure blue. "If I can take my gameboy with me" The young Matt said, while Mello rolled his eyes. "Sure, nerd."

Both of them smiled as they walked out into the great day. Mello smiling while Matt merely peeked through thin cracks. A neat hand caressed Matt's wrist, before sneakily taking his hand. Matt's cheek flustered, his head spinning and his heart beating steadily. He began to breath shakily, glancing at Mello.

He loved him.

Matt woke up, gasping for air. He sat up in the bed which operated as a couch, and the dirty sheets swirled around him, holding him. "Mello" His whisper was shallow, his eyes filled with sadness. His breath shaky. He forced himself out of the bed and opened the small window, rummaged through some empty cigarette packages and at last found his beloved cancerstick.

He lit it and opened the window a little more, so he could breathe out the smoke. Mello hated the smell of cigarettes.

It had been three days since Mello visited, and despite that it had been times when Mello disappeared from months, Matt was worried sick that he never would return. That his word was true this time. He shrugged off the bad thoughts with one last blow of the cigarette before he threw it out through the window, closing it quickly afterwards.

He decided to take a shower, a cold shower. Or, actually, he had no choice but a cold shower since he was pretty sure he still hadn't warm water. He hadn't paid the rent for months, but the housekeeper was kind enough of letting him stay. With no warm water though, and every little money Matt earned went directly to him.

So he went into the small bathroom, and turned on the water. He took his clothes off and threw himself into the small space. Gasped loudly when the cold water hit his soft skin, had to control himself to not scream. "Fuck" He gasped when his body had grown used to the icing cold water, and his muscles had stopped tensing.

When he got out of the shower he rubbed himself at least half dry with one of the dirty towels, before clothing himself with the same clothes he had used for three days straight now. He had no energy to care, or clothes to change to however. Everything was dirty.

But when he placed the hand on the doorknob it felt different, he could hear his heart starting to beat more frequently. He pushed it open slowly, the apartment still seemed empty. He took two steps in and heard the door close as if on it's own behind him.

He knew who it was before he turned around to face the blond, who he'd once had walked hand in hand with on a hot summer's day.

"Hi Matt"

"Hi Mells"