A/N v.2: The funny thing about this fic is that it started out as a crappy story about Webkinz. It was about a duck whose best friend became an evil villain, until the duck found her and transformed her into a normal Webkinz again. There were so many plot holes, and it was so terrible, I cringe when I think of it. But when I reread it, my first thought was, "Omg, this would make a perfect MattxMello fic!" So I started rewriting. And even though it completely flew away from my original idea, I feel like it turned out pretty okay. So yeah, that's my nostalgic story of the day. Happy reading! :)
Chapter 6
When Mello finally returned to the hotel, he went straight to his room, locked himself in, crawled into bed, and stared vacantly into space. He replayed Matt leaving over and over again, not even noticing when the tears started falling down his cheeks, which was surprising. Mello made it a point never to cry because he believed crying was for the weak. The fact that he was crying now went against all his principles, and showed him just how weak Matt had made him. But he didn't care, because he loved him, and that was all that mattered, even if his love would never be returned.
Mello didn't remember falling asleep, but he must have, because he didn't what had woken him up so early the next morning. Maybe it was some sixth sense, already feeling the loss. Maybe his ears had detected the faint shoop of the envelope sliding under the door. He didn't know. All he did know was that he was wide awake at 3:57 AM, his cheeks were wet with fresh tears, and there was an envelope addressed to him lying in front of the door. Mello jumped out of bed, grabbed the envelope, and dove back in, trying to beat the cold. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter with shaky hands. As he read the letter, he felt his heart break all over again.
Mello, it read.
By the time you read this, I will most likely be gone.
I can't do this anymore. I enjoyed the time we spent together, but any relationship between us is impossible. Is this who you really are, Mello? Have I been in love with a mask? I know you meant well, but how can I be sure you would always be with me? How do I know you wouldn't just leave when the going ot too rough?
I love you, Mello, you know I do. But I can't deal with this. I truly believe that this is the best for both of us. I've booked a flight to London. It leaves in a few hours. Please don't try to follow me.
Love, Matt
Mello stared at the letter for a few minutes before the words truly sunk in. The he grabbed his keys and gunned it towards the airport. In all fairness, Mello should've reached the airport before Matt. But when he parked, he couldn't find Matt's bike anywhere. Ignoring this, he ran inside. Once again, he couldn't see Matt. Because of the early hour, there were very few people checking in. Mello wandered around, calling Matt's name until he grew hoarse. That was when he gave up. Something had happened to his Matt, he just knew it. He had been at the airport for almost 20 minutes, how could he miss Matt in such a small crowd? He could be hurt, he could be sick, he could be in trouble, and Mello had to—
'Since when do you have to do anything?' asked his inner voice. 'F*** him. Damn him to hell. He;s made it clear he doesn't want you. You need to show him that you don't want him either. Forget him. You're your own person now, Mello.'
"Yeah," Mello said quietly. "That's right. I'm my own person now. I don't need him anymore." He straightened up, pulling his shoulders back and fixing a wide grin on his face. He quickly drove back to the hotel, exhilarated by his newfound knowledge.
But even he knew that it was only a matter of time before his façade broke to reveal the raw emotions he felt churning inside him.
Matt felt his tear blur the world as he drove to the airport. Phrases from his letter flashed through his mind. I can't do this…. How do I know…? Is it a mask? And the most recurring: I love you.
Matt still didn't know if he had made the right decision or not. Had he acted too rashly? Had he made the wrong decision and was now fueled by pride alone? Or was he only doing this to allay his own fears, not because he thought it best for the both of them? As he rode on, Matt started to think that the third choice was the most accurate. However, now that he had chosen that path, his pride wouldn't let him back down.
Matt resigned himself to never feeling love again. He knew his heart did and always would belong to Mello. 'And you better take damn god care of it, too!' he thought bitterly.
Matt dropped off his bike at the rental area, pulling out a credit card and paying for the extra usage. He morosely walked out of the door, heading towards the main terminal.
That was when they got him.
Matt felt an arm go around his neck pressing him against a wiry but strong body. He opened his mouth to scream, taking in a deep breath to fill his lungs. As he did so, the man's free hand clamped a chloroform-soaked rag to his face. Instead of breathing in the air he needed, Matt breathed in the chloroform on the rag. As he lacked out, he kept hold a single thought: 'Mello! Please, stay safe!'
