When Mello woke he was very disorientated. His back hurt and his first thought was did him and Matt have another rough night? Then he shifted his body and felt leather rub leather. He was on the couch? Why? Then his sapphire eyes flew open. Matt! He had fallen asleep… when? He had spent the whole night planning what he would say to the redhead when he attempted to walk out that door. He then remembered putting his back and resting for a moment, then nothing.
No… No, no, no! Mello leapt of the couch and sprinted to the bedroom. He clenched his rosary and prayed to god that he'd find the redhead curled up fast asleep in their bed. The door was wide open and Mello felt fear creep into his veins. He slowed his pace dreading walking through that door. He finally found himself at the door. He glanced inside and his heart dropped. Empty. The bed was empty.
Matt is… Matt is gone. Mello's hand clenched into a fist.
"FUCK!" Mello screamed lashing out and punching the wall. He barley felt the shooting pain of his bones breaking. He dropped to his knees and grabbed onto his hair with his good hand. He felt pain of another kind course through his veins and into his heart like poison. He shortly wondered if Kira had found out his real name and was killing him with a heart attack. His eyes began to sting and his breathing picked up. He had lost the only person he had ever cared about. He had hurt him, he drove him away, and on top of all that he fucked up and didn't have the chance to try and change his mind.
"Fucking hell Matt, I loved you so much!" Mello gritted out through shaking sobs. "But it's too late now isn't it?"
I'm too late…
AN/ I know its short but I just wanted to show Mello's reaction before we move on with the story