Alright, so how did I get here?

I was walking down a street in the Kanto region of Japan (not sure where, stopped caring really), pulling my furry vest closer to keep warm. It was raining, of course. The whole world just had to be against me right now. I pinched the sleeves of my striped shirt to keep them low. I haven't worn short sleeves since he left. I believe that was four years ago. He had told me he would never leave, and then he completely ditches me for some random case I had barely heard of. I think it was that Kira case. L had died because of it, and there was no successor chosen. Mello left, leaving me with a simple note that said,

It's the only way.

-M

The only way for what? The only way to break my heart? I thought I was sad when my mother died, but when Mello left me it felt like I had died. I officially lost maybe fifty pounds, probably more, and I looked almost anorexic. I had lost my appetite. Eating meals was something I had always done with Mello. I could barely stand to play my games. I had lost that part of me too. Most days I just did my work silently, staying away from everyone, wanting nothing but my angel back.

Oh, and my cutting? Well let's say it increased sevenfold. I ran out of room on my wrists and used my stomach and hips and legs, waiting for my arms to heal, then used them again. It was a cycle, a repetition, the only stability in my life. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything but make myself hurt. I felt empty.

So how, you may ask, did I get from Wammy's in England to Japan?

Well, I decided to track Mello. He deserved to know what was going on. I knew I was pathetic and weak for doing this to myself, but I couldn't help it. Mello was the only thing that kept me alive. If I was going to kill myself, I may as well cut off my ties with my last life line. And I was close to finding him. I had narrowed him down to one hotel (he was on the move a lot). He hated being close to the ground, so he'd probably pick a room on one of the higher levels, and he always complained about our small room, so he'd want something fancy. I asked the receptionist about the most expensive room, and she seemed sympathetic when I told her my best friend who was having a hard time was staying there. She even gave me an extra card so I could get in as I pleased. I entered his room and found it empty of life. I could tell it was his room by the way it smelled, of chocolate and leather. He had always wanted leather pants. I wondered if he had a pair now. I didn't look through his things; I just sat myself on his bed and waited.

Three Hours Later…

"Mother of shit!" Mello swore softly as he opened the door to his room and dropped something. My heart decided to stop working and then go on a marathon. He stepped into the kitchen, giving me a quick view of his back. Had he gotten taller? He slipped into the bathroom for a second, washing his hands, and came back out, ruffling his hair and whistling. He froze mid-step when he saw me, stopping his whistling, his expression turning to genuine shock as he stared at me. He was just as beautiful as before, his eyes were the same, his hair just a bit longer and shaggier. He had a huge scar covering half his face and I could see it ran down to his arm and hip too. He wore a black leather vest and leather pants. His lips were parted and his shockingly blue eyes were wide. "Mail?" he asked, disbelieving. I stared back at him, but didn't stand. My legs would have given out on me. I greeted him in my newly achieved monotone,

"Hello Mihael."

Okay, skip the next one if you don't like sadness.

Sorry it's so short!