Hundreds of snowflakes continue to fall outside of my window, the hours pass quickly, the only sound in the room being the clicking of computer keys as I make my way through various government systems.

As something shatters in the background, my eyes rise from the screen, flickering in the pale lighting as I turn in my seat towards the window sill.

For some reason, I don't care that the window is now smashed, and a bullet is now resting on the floor. I don't even care that my imminent death is now seconds away, and I turn back towards my computer, fingers flickering across the keys now at an almost frantic pace.

As expected, a figure walks into the room, having crawled through the now destroyed window, and the sound of a gun's safety is heard clicking off. I freeze, and stay unmoving, I can barely breathe, let alone turn around to look at my attacker.

"Matt"

My breath does hitch at the voice, as my head turns slowly to the side, I didn't need to look, but it did confirm what I almost believed I had imagined. A frown forms onto his beautiful lips, noticeably chapped and worn, as we stare each other down for a few moments. For a second I wonder if he would let me go, of all people. But when he speaks again I know that that would of course be too good to be true.

"I'm sorry"

His finger closes in on the trigger, and my eyes flash in panic, an instinctual feeling, before I feel myself falling to the ground. Slowly, ever so slowly. Though I know it only took a second.

'Mello...'

I don't know if the name made it past my lips, or if I just imagined it did, but before I could tell, my entire world went blank.