I always figured myself either invisible when I wanted it, seen when I didn't. This probably comes from my parents. I didn't like to be seen, and it was better when no one noticed you – half of my life already, I was transparent.
But now, it seemed I was anything but. The colour was coming back into my life, and it was all because of some perfectionist little blonde bitch of a kid.
From all the attention Mello gave me – wether it was usually about him, or the weather, or anything but me – I never wished to be invisible again.
a/n: A collection of MelloMatt random drabbles, all 100 words in length with a completely random one word prompt.
Prompt - Transparent