Mello lifted the chocolate bar, and placed the sweet against his lips. The heat from his mouth melted the chocolate a little, and he could almost taste the bar from the smell. But he couldn't eat. He just set it down again, alone on the table.
Matt was watching him, goggles protecting his eyes. He wore a blank expression, but Mello couldn't look at him.
"I don't want…. To die…." Mello spoke very quietly, gaze seeing through the lonely chocolate resting on the table. He hoped his soft tone would mean that Matt didn't hear his confession. Of course, things never work like that, and Matt smiled slightly, getting up to cross the room.
"Then don't," he stated, simply. He sunk to the floor, next to Mello, and rested his head against Mello's leg.
Mello growled, somewhat. "Do you have a better plan? That'll work?" he winced. Tonight of all nights, he did not want to discuss the god-damned plan.
With 23 minutes of life left, he winces, sighs, and mutters the apology. He knows Matt can't hear him. He really wanted Matt to survive, to move on and stay alive, but know he's gone Mello can't stop the numb feeling from lifting off his chest.
He examines the body of the horribly recognisable corpse through the fuzzy screen of the TV, and scoffs at all of the bullets. He thinks how appropriate this death is, Matt's lying there like some body from a game of his.
Mello's angry. He's pissed at the people who killed Matt, and he hopes they rot in hell. He's mad at himself, for letting the younger boy die. He's also upset, and the reasons are obvious.
But…. Oddly enough, the misery he's been living in is lifting a little. Matt's death is an unbearable thing, yet….
There's hope now. He'll have someone to meet on "the other side". So even now, when it hurts to breath and his heart begins to kill the rest of his body, he can smile.
Because Matt would follow him to hell and back.