Part 3

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"Ugly" by Smile Empty Soul

~You're ugly

But only in the sunlight

Remind me

There's nothing good in this life

This pain will hide

What I've become!

This place will make you numb~

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Matt was actually in the process of spinning around in his swivel chair, downing a bottle of Jack when the phone began to ring. He bobbed his head to the music until it shut off, and momentarily started again as whoever called tried once more. He sighed and dropped the bottle to the desk, watching the liquid slosh inside before picking up the call.

"Y'ello?" he slurred.

"You stupid son of a bitch-"

Matt pulled the phone away as loud angry words filled the speaker.

"Soooo you finally noticed?" Matt trampled over the tirade on the other end. This had been what he wanted, but right now he might be a little drunk. And a little angry. The blond only called because he was a connection to him, not because he was worried or anything. Matt snorted, why had he thought there were feelings involved anyway? Hadn't Mello made it perfectly clear when he left?

"-are you that selfish that you would jeopardize everything-"

"Selfish?" Matt repeated softly. He was...selfish? He stared at the blurry photo across the room—the one that held the both of them in it, though most of the blonds face was hidden against Matt's shoulder. He put up with years of Mello bitching about Near, about L this and L that. Months of living like shit because they were ill prepared to leave wammys that young. So much time spent on what Mello wanted. Mello needed. Of watching the only person in his life fall apart from the inside...being left alone for said person to join the fucking Mafia!

And he was the selfish one?

A soft giggle escaped his parted lips. He tried to stop the next one, and the one after but it eventually spiraled into full blown laughter.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?!" Mello snarled, "You know what never mind that, where are you so I can beat the shit out of you?"

"You know Mel," Matt pulled the bottle of Jack back to his lips and took a long swig. "I think I finally understand." He tipped the bottle back and drank until it was empty. He let it drop to the floor and reached over to his desk. He pulled the firearm that was strapped to the underside of the desk free.

"You dont have to worry about this connection anymore." Matt pointed the gun, finger shaking on the trigger, and pulled. The sound echoed off the apartment and as the phone slid from limp fingers the call ended leaving Mello stunned on the other end.

Matt stared mirthlessly at the shattered photograph across the room. He was never meant to follow.

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-End-

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AN: Sooo i meant to have posted this the other day but i forgot XD but anyway...

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Special thanks to reviewers: mxmsupporter, Keono, moi, (guest), Deadly Nightshade1395

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Disclaimer: i do not own or make money from the anime Death Note, or the lyrics that inspired this part of the fic-those belong to Smile Empty Soul, as stated above.

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