This Isn't Who I Am
He sat on the car, watching his body be taken away. It was depressing, really. But he had died and there was nothing he could do about it, being dead and all. Life had gone by too fast, but on the other hand, death wasn't all that bad: in this state, Matt decided, he could watch Mello succeed.
He could be by his side. A silent and unseen comfort; a lover from the sidelines. Smilingly ever so slightly, the boy jumped down from the car roof, and yawning, took a final look at the bloody mess of holes in his old self's flesh.
This was no longer his, nor was it even "him." A new life stretched out in front of him, full of Mello and chocolate.