My role was to wait for him.
Mello wasn't an individual you'd see every day. He was a mixture of passion and insecurity, always trying to get his worth clear to the world. He knew he didn't have to try with me. The sight of him was more than enough. A touch of a hand - a gift. A kiss and a silent apology - all that I could ever ask for.
When we first got to Wammy's House it was a foreign place. The unknown is terrifying, so it's easier to get through with company, isn't it?
He chose to stick with me.
Through all the bad and good memories we've exchanged, he was distant. Not completely present, if not physically then mentally. He had been leaving me every morning just to come back by dinner, flashing me one of his iconic smirks.
Then, when he turned 15, he left. Kira won against the little geek he shared a room with. I never turned bitter, though.
Sure, it was empty without him. Empty like on a blank sheet of paper. The kind of creativity he filled the paper with when he arrived... Hope for that helped me breathe through all of these years.
Then, he came back for real.
After 4 years, changed inside and outside. We lost our innocence long before but unlike me he did it in a violent manner. He was like a supernova shining brightly just to let the world know that his time was coming.
We let our bodies do the talking that night.
A few weeks later and we're sitting in the same room, on the same thin mattress, his back to the wall and my head on his lap. It feels unusual, because for once he truly is with me. And it is because we share the same thought, the thought of ending in a blast. His fingers thread through my hair, scraping at my scalp gently.
Tomorrow, we will take different routes.
Tomorrow, we will make history.
