AN: OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON"T KILL ME. I haven't updated because I was busy . Here it is! the climax! it took two bloody hours to type XP but here it is for you, my readers! Enjoy the angst and sadness of myfan-girly flee.

:D R&R what do you think (sorry matty and mells, but I had to do this XD)

Two days earlier, Roger had called Near, and told him about Matt's recent behaviour. Roger asked Near to find Mello, and get him to Matt before Matt did

something drastic. Near found Mello relatively quickly, it wasn't like Mello was keeping a low profile. Near called Mello himself.

"What?" Mello picked up with a growl.

"This is Near, Matt is in trouble."

"Fuck you Near, why should I-- what?"

The albino continued in his monotone while he curled his hair. "Matt has recently taken on some reckless behaviour, he smokes, he skips class, he

doesn't eat or sleep, and he has started cutting himself."

"Fuck." Mello snarled and hung up loudly.

Matt what are you doing?" Mello growled to himself as he drove illegally fast to the nearest airport. It would take Mello at least 18 hours to get from his

hideout in America. Mello hoped that Matt could hold on for that long.

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Matt was sure now that Mello would not be coming back. Matt took a long drag from a cigarette and put it out on the floor. If Matt was a crying person,

he would be sobbing his eyes out. But he was past that now. He had cried himself out. Matt sat in the middle of his and Mello's room, looking out the

window; the sun was just starting to set. Orange, pink, and yellow glinted off of Matt's goggles, and onto the wall. The sunset was absolutely beautiful.

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At this moment, Mello had touched down in England, and had a half an hour drive ahead of him. Mello made it a 15 minute ride. He screeched into

Whammy's driveway, hoping that he was not too late.

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Matt took up the razor blade. Tonight would be his last; he was tired, lonely, and sick of life. He didn't want the pain anymore. Matt wanted more than

anything to sleep, and not feel anymore did. He drew neat lines parallel to his arm from his wrist to his elbow, three in each arm. Matt lay flat on his back

on the floor and thought of Mello, his Mells.

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Mello flew up the stairs to his and Matt's room. He knew the way like he had never left. As he found his door, he grabbed the doorknob, and turned

viciously, it was locked. Mello kicked the door with all his fear and anger; the door gave way and burst inwards. Matt was on the floor, and he was

bleeding heavily.

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Matt felt himself drifting, the door flew open, and a blond figure clad in all skin-tight black leather stepped in, a ferocious scar covered half his face. Matt

had a hard time focusing his gaze. "Mells?" he whispered weakly, and lost the battle he was fighting to keep his eyes open.

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Mello stared in horror as his best friend bled out all over the floor. Mello cursed, and looked for something to use as a makeshift tourniquet. Something,

anything, just to stop Matt's bleeding. A roll of duct tape sat on a shelf, and he snatched it. Mello quickly wrapped the gray tape tightly above Matt's

elbows, careful of the cuts that ran down his arms. Mello wrapped the cuts tightly in strips torn from Matt's sheets. Mello was strong, and Matt had lost

so much weight that carrying him wasn't a problem. He ran, cursing loudly. His best friend was dying literally in his arms. They made it to the infirmary,

where Mello screamed for the nurse. She ran over to the bed Mello had gently placed Matt on. The nurse called for the other nurses, and three other

women hurried over. Mello was shunned away, and Roger was called. Roger put an arm around Mello, and Mello's tears overflowed as the nurses bustled

over his friend. Mello made a startling realization- he might loose Matt, he might die right now, and it was all Mello's fault. He hadn't been able to save

him. That thought brought Mello a fit of sobs that shuddered in his chest. Mello caught a glimpse of Matt, they had him hooked up to all sorts of

monitors, and Mello heard Matt's faint, erratic heartbeat. He looked pale, his red hair stood out violently from his pale face. Roger put his arm around

Mello, and steered him out of the ward before Mello was in hysterics. Roger led Mello to Matt's room. Roger told Mello to get some sleep, and that he

would watch Matt while Mello slept. Mello hiccuped and nodded. The door shut quietly, and the old man was gone. Someone had mopped up Matt's blood

and put an area rug over it. Mello curled up in Matt's bunk. He pressed his face into the pillow. Mello smelled Matt's cigarettes, and his shampoo. Mello

calmed down and wiped his face. He felt like a five year old. Mello hugged the pillow, and looked around his old room. It hadn't changed much since he

had left. Matt had kept all of their stuff on the walls. There was a small black book on Matt's desk. He opened it, and found pages with Matt's cramped

handwriting. Mello read the book, it was filled with letters from Matt to him, ever since Mello had left. The last one had been written today. Mello curled

up on the bed again, and sobbed, he finally fell asleep after he had cried himself out. He was exhausted, and he missed Matty.

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When Mello woke up, he was disoriented, but he quickly remembered where he was and why he was there. Matty.... Mello flew down the halls of the old

English mansion, dodging the smaller kids. There were cries of "Mello!" and "Mello's back!" Mello ignored the shouts and flew down the last set of stairs

to the infirmary. Matt had been moved to the bed furthest from the door. He had several IVs, one for glucose and saline, and another for new blood to

replace all tat he had lost. Mello shivered and thought of how close Matt had been to death. He cautiously walked up to the bed. The red hair of the

gamer resembled a mop, and his face was still pale, but better than it had been the night before. a nurse walked over to Mello, and put her hand on his

shoulder. Mello flinched and jumped back, pulled from his thoughts suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, are you Mello?" She asked looking apologetic. She had been since Mello had left, or else she would have known

him at least by reputation. Mello ran a hand through his blond hair and nodded at the girl.

She relaxed a little. "Matt is stable, but he has a hard road in front of him, we had to sew up his arms, the cuts were very deep, he will have scars for the

rest of his life. It might be awhile before he is conscious of his surroundings." She gave a professional smile, and walked away from the two to give them

a little privacy. Mello sighed and put his hand on Matt's gaunt cheek.

"Oh Matty." He said, his voice thick from the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Mello sat with Matt all day. Mello had asked one of the nurses to get

the book Matt had written to him in and a pen. Mello wrote letters back to Matt while he sat with him.