AN: This is it. The last one. I promised you a sequel, and I'm good for my word, but as for DLMDY, it's over. Also, for the first five reviewers of this chapter, you will receive a dedication in the sequel. Also, the 40th review will get a one-shot of their design, as long as it's not a lemon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the amazing Billy Joel's "Only the Good Die Young" (If you do not like either of these things, I now ask you to imagine me glaring at you and telling you none too politely to GET OUT!)
Warnings: Yaoi (but no lemons, I wouldn't be able to write that), swearing, and Mello (although he's Christian in this story)
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Sooner or later it comes down to fate, I might as well be the one
Matt POV
"Mello," I whispered, my face falling.
"Forget it," He said, looking away.
"Mello, I love you too. I thought… I don't know, I thought you didn't care. That explained your reaction to the kiss, and Pablo… He was flirting with me, and I… I just wanted to forget about you. It was stupid, it was so stupid, but… I thought you could never feel the same way about me. I thought that was impossible. I mean, from the way you acted when you first came here… And then I kissed you, and I thought I fucked everything up. But… now. You have to know how sorry I am. You have to know that I love you, and would never intentionally do something to hurt you. Mello, please…"
"Matt, no. I just… I can't. I can't do this, good-bye Matt." And then he got up and ran away, again, like he always does.
I thought I knew where he was going, and so after a while, enough time for him to think a bit, I followed him.
I made it outside, over to the bench where we had carved our names, to leave our mark on the school. He was not there, but I was defeated, so I lied down on the cold, stone bench and closed my eyes, letting the tears slip under me eyelids, rolling down my cheeks. It was a record cold night for the time of year, but I did not care. It was a bad day to wear short sleeves, but I let myself freeze.
Mello POV
I had gone to library for a while, where it was quite and I could think. Near was there too, sleeping peacefully on the floor. I was not in the mood for a fight, so I let him be.
Just three weeks ago, Matt and I were best friends. If I had just told him how I felt then, if I had not run away, things would be great right now. Matt would be mine. I knew this was my fault as much as it was his. Maybe more. I needed to find him, and tell him that I was an idiot, and that I could not live without him, because he has become all I know and need know, and when I am sad or alone he is all that makes sense. I got up swiftly from my seat, and ran back to our room, back to him.
But when I arrived he was not there. I became worried. I ran back to the library, wondering if he had gone there to look for me. After tripping over Near, I yelled Matt's name in the vast library, only to be met with echoing silence. I ran through the halls of the orphanage, calling his name out, frantically searching. I did not want to wait any longer, for all that waiting had done for us was make things worse. He need to know how I felt, and I needed him more than ever.
I ran to Pablo's room, terrified that I may have driven Matt back to him. He was not there, and I ran back to our room, hoping, praying he was there. Matt was wearing short sleeves, and it was freezing. I knew he was not stupid enough to go out, and I was running out of places to look. I became concerned, panicked, and finally collapsed in front of Roger's office. Hearing the noise, Roger opened the door to see me teary eyed and tired, crumpled on the floor.
"Mello?" He asked, looked worried. "What's going on?" I looked up at him, and suddenly this man's face seemed like the kindest thing in the world. "You haven't seen Matt, have you?" I asked of him, hoping that I would receive a yes. He looked puzzled for a moment, and then replied, "I thought I saw him go outside. Why, Mello, what's wrong?"
"Roger, I've made a huge mistake. Things were so great and then I screwed them up by refusing to admit how I felt. Roger… I'm gay, and I'm in love with the idiot outside who probably has hypothermia by now. But I took too long to tell him, and then I overreacted when he thought I moved on, or never cared about him at all. Yes, I'm afraid it's my fault, and I may have even lost him forever."
Then Roger did something I would have never expected. He kneeled down, and he smiled a small, understanding smile. "Mello. You need to go get him. Don't let him get away, and don't ever leave him. I promise you, it will be the worst mistake you ever make. Now go."
I stood up and brushed me self off, glance back at Roger and thanking him before running off. I knew exactly where outside Matt would be. Our bench. I remembered as I ran, my favorite memory.
"Mello, let's leave our mark on this school, with this knife, right here on the bench where we eat lunch on the weekends. Let's give the kids who are younger than us something to remember us by, and remind everyone who sits here of the most bad-ass friendship to ever grace this school with its presence. . And someday, when we're old and funny and we come back to reminisce, we'll sit on this bench and feed the birds because we're old, and we'll remember how awesome we were." That guy, he sure knew how to talk, and although his sounded so corny, my smile grew bigger with every word. I pulled off his goggles so that I could see his eyes, a regular habit of mine, and he blushed, embarrassed. I took his goggle and put them in my overly large coat pocket, promising to return then when we were done. He began to carve, as he was better with a knife than I, and I watched his every movement, his eyes shining with bliss and with concentration. He worked hard on every little detail, and when he was done it was not just vandalism, it was a beautiful piece of artwork. 'Mello and Matt's Bench, Pay Your Respects Before Sitting'. He had surrounded it with tiny chocolate bars and little video game controllers, and his humor made me smile. He didn't even try to hide it somewhere, it was huge and right in the middle of the seat, everyone would see it. He held out his hand and I returned his goggles. It was then that Linda came to get me, telling me that Roger wanted to speak with me.
We had such a beautiful friendship, and it had all fallen apart that day. I needed to make things right, for the both of us. I finally began to see the bench in the distance, as I was standing at the exit to the back courtyards. As I got closer I could see Matt's form spread out on the stone, shaking, although whether it was from the cold or from crying I did not know. I called out to him, and he slowly sat up and looked at me. "Matt!" I yelled, and he ran towards me. I held him, and could feel the goose bumps on his freezing cold skin. "Matt," I said, softer this time, "I was wrong. I am sorry." He buried his head in my chest and began to cry. "Matt, I love you." I nestled my face in his flaming red hair. "I love you too, Mello." I smiled. "Let's go inside."
And though he was tall, I was strong, and I could lift him. I picked him up, as he was cold and so, so tired, and I carried him back to our room, setting him down on his bed. He was already sleeping, or at least he appeared to be. I kissed on the forehead, and a smile spread across his face. "I love you Mello."
I turned off the lights, and decided I would slip into his bed. He put up no objection. I whispered into his hair, "I love you too."
AN: And that is the end. Don't worry, I have already begun writing the sequel. I intentionally made this as long as I could, and I think it's the longest chapter so far. I hope everyone is satisfied, and if enough people want one I can write an epilogue. I realized that this kinda stopped being a songfic early on, but I am perfectly okay with that. The next one will also be a sorta-songfic, an will be another Billy Joel song because it just makes sense for both to be that way. It will be based off Piano Man because that song is amazing, and will probably take place like five years after this one. Look out for it, it's coming soon. But that's all for this one.
Love you forever,
BeautifulLie1313
