Mello stomped into my room one day, mixed emotions visible on his face. He was angry a lot but he seemed different today.

"Near..." his tone was cautious, but of what I couldn't say.

"Yes?"

I...I'm leaving. Here. Forever. His voice had changed to a low growl like a cat guarding its kill.

There was a pause.

"I'm not coming back." The blond seemed to be trying to sound…tough and epic.

"If it's what you want then I won't try and stop you." I said matter-of-factely.

"Of course it's what I want!...I hate you and everyone else here!"

But then Mello just stared at me, looking as though he was trying to memorize my every feature, contradicting what he had just said. The black clad boy met my gaze and then blinked, a tear spilling from one of his sky blue eyes. He blinked again, realizing he was crying, and swiped at his face with his sleeve, whirling away about to run...

"Mello! Wait!" My voice had a considerable increase in emotion, than from how I usually spoke.

He slowly turned around.

"What?" He whispered.

"Could you at lest say goodbye?"

Mello slowly walked over to me and placed his hand hesitantly on my shoulder, then pulled me in and actually kissed me nicely for once, without any lip biting or nail scratching or hair yanking And when he pulled away he said, halfway between whispering and choking "I love you. But you're the reason why I'm leaving."

And then said blond tore away from me and down the hall and out the door, into the snow. And Mihale never looked back.