A.N: So today I made a tumblr account. It's the same as my Fanfiction username and everything. I also had a dive meet. It went from 6:00 in the morning to 1:00 in the afternoon. IT WAS SO BORING AND SO FREAKING HOT! GAHHH!

Reviews make me smile…

And remind me to write the next chapter faster…..

Matt: 16, Mello: 17

(J, R, and the others will be in the next one)

Matt's POV
"Matt I- I left because I- I left because I'm a coward. I left because I couldn't stand the thought of losing to Near, I couldn't stand having weaknesses. And I thought that you…. You were a weakness. I thougth I had to leave my weaknesses behind to win. To get first. I was wrong. I- I...I'm sorry."

He's sorry. Mello. Sorry. Well of course he's sorry. Or I hope he is. I want to believe he is. But the question was would I forgive him?

Of course I would.

It's Mello.

My Mello.

I love him.

"I know. Mello I-" I couldn't finish my sentence. Tears were beginning to trail down my face. I had forgiven him long ago, excepted I wasn't mad, why was I so god damn torn up about this? It was his choice, I should respect that.

I had excepted he left. And that was that. I hadn't ever been mad. Or angry. Just sad. Lost. Alone.

Shouldn't I feel at least a little grudge for that? For leaving me? For yelling? For hitting me?

For breaking my heart?

But then again, the only things I'd ever respected in my life was him, and any really good video game with great graphics and a lot of gore. And the video games were far behind him. Mello. He had always worked so hard, done his very best, pushed himself far beyond his limit. He had been the only person to stick by my side. To love me.

My parents had never loved me. The orphanage I first went to before Wammy's had never loved me.

Mello had.

That had been all I ever needed.

And I loved him too.

He needed to hear that.

"Mello I lo-" Before I could finish he grabbed the end of my shirt and pulled me down to him, pressing his lips to mine.

I had missed his kiss. His lips. His taste. It was a mix of chocolate and lust and just plain Him. It was god damn wonderful.

When he let me go and pulled back, he smiled slightly, wiping away my tears with his hand gently. "I love you too Matty." I froze. He loved me.

He loved me.

Mello loved me.

I smiled. A true, genuine smile I hadn't given in years. He smiled too, as much as he could without pulling on his burns. It was a classic, snarky, rebellious smile that could only be defined as Mello.

My Mello.

My Mihael.

I slid carefully next to him on the bed, looking at him contently, forcing my mind to process that this was really him and not another dream I had made up. He sighed softly, relaxing next to me.

Maybe things would work out now. Maybe everything would be okay.

"Matt?" he asked quietly. I nodded "yeah?" "Why don't you hate me?" Why don't I hate him? I could never hate him. It would kill me. Never. Ever.

"I can't hate you. No matter what you do I could never hate you. You can yell at me, hit me, abuse me, even kill me, and I would never hate you."

He was silent for a few moments, just looking down at me. I couldn't read his eyes. I didn't know if that were good or bad. I thought I saw a tear. Thought, mind you.

"Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"I won't leave you ever again. I won't yell, I will never hit, I couldn't abuse, and I would die before I killed you."

I looked back up at him. He looked so longing, so knowing, so sure of his words, I couldn't help but fully believe him.

I fell to sleep against him that night, smiling.

It was a long and peaceful sleep.

I didn't have any nightmares.