This is a suicide mission, but I have to do it. I'm the only one that can. I just wish Matt hadn't gotten himself into it. I left him at Wammy's for a reason. He's the love of my life, but I had to leave him. I didn't want him to get hurt, but look at us now, me with the scar that ruined half of my face, and him with emotional scarring. He said he wasn't hurt or damaged in anyway, but I knew better than that, he was just smart enough to hide it from me. He wasn't number three at Wammy's for nothing. Now that I think about it, if he had tried to, he could have surpassed me, or even Near, but he didn't. Maybe it was to save our friendship, or maybe it was just because he's lazy. I guess I'll never know…
Matt's staring at me. He does that a lot, especially when I think. He's probably trying to figure out what I'm thinking about. I want to laugh, but at the same time I want to cry. I wanna laugh because it's ironic, I left him so he would be safe, but it just led him to the end, and on the other hand, we will both die.
I looked at the clock and stood up. "Hey."
"Yea?"
"It's time to go."
"Okay." He seems to be drifting out into space again.
"Let's go Matt." I hate being impatient with him, but this is something that can't wait.
"Sorry…" He mutters, pulling his goggles over his eyes. I hate those things. They keep me from seeing his beautiful green eyes. He follows me out the door and gets into his car. I get onto my motorcycle, and I smile at him weakly, but I don't think he noticed. I guess this is our last move, huh Matty? I hope you're not mad at me.