I wrote this from a sudden idea I had when looking through some MattxMello stories. It brought tears to my eyes, and I hope I wrote it out okay.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note, I do own Amy
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Characters: Mello, Matt, Amy
I signed the bottom of my letter and sealed the envelope. Now to hide it.
Looking around I wasn't sure where to put it. Out in the open; easy to find? Or hide it somewhere where he won't find it in a while?
"Mello?" I heard Matt call from the other room, footsteps approaching.
Shit. I dove for the bed, successfully hiding it beneath the pillow and straightening myself before the doorknob turned letting Matt into the bedroom.
"What's taking you so long? I thought you said we had to be leaving by now?" Matt gave me an impatient look. I almost laughed at the expression; it was so cute. Though I'd never tell him that.
No, as much as I loved him, I was too damn prideful to confess.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming," I muttered.
I followed him out the door, glancing back at the pillow. Yes, that was a good place for it.
We waited in an alley just down the street from the building. In a matter of minutes Kiyomi Takada would show up in her black limo and head into the building. We had one shot, and we weren't going to miss it.
A mini wireless TV was showing us a live broadcasting of the building. When the limo pulled up I climbed on my motorbike and revved the engine. As soon as Takada exited the vehicle, Matt pulled out and raced down the street in his car, following my plan.
I waited until I saw the smoke cloud then sped off after it. When I stopped outside the front of the building I was pleased to see Lidner with Takada. It was simple to convince Lidner to let me take Takada to 'safety', and soon I was speeding off with my prisoner.
We were far gone now, and almost at the hiding place when I switched on the shipping trucks mini TV. I wanted to see the panic everyone must have been in from the kidnapping. I chuckled to myself; I didn't think the plan would go so well. Takada was helpless in the back of the truck, Matt was safe, and I was still alive.
To be honest, I didn't think I'd survive this long, I could have sworn Kira would have done something to me by now. Must be my lucky day-
I stopped. The news suddenly flipped to a familiar car, explaining that they had cornered one of the kidnapping suspects, and killed him; the person still unknown.
Matt.
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! Matt was supposed to stay safe! He was supposed to be the one who made it out alive, who made it back to our room, who found the letter beneath the pillow.
Everything was ruined now; and it was all my fault.
I was too late.
I parked the truck, sitting silently in the drivers seat. I didn't want to go on anymore. I had accomplished what I set out to do today; but with Matt dead, it didn't matter anymore. There was no life in a world without Matt.
I wished Kira would kill me already.
As if to grant my wish, my heart tightened. A pain so great it felt like it was being split in two.
So this is what a heart attack feels like. Took Kira long enough.
I smiled, though it was a sad one. At least one wish came true. Too bad the one that really mattered lay beneath Matt's pillow.
I thought that the pain would last forever, but suddenly, it was like the world stopped.
Everything
went
black.
The untouched envelope wasn't found until much later, when an unsuspecting girl, Amy, was given the apartment on the request that she be the one who cleaned it out.
Amy threw all the unneeded electronics out; the landlord said she could keep whatever she found but these people sure had left behind a lot. Six months and no one came back for the stuff, the landlord had said.
Oh well, she thought, and pulled the sheets from the bed.
Amy was surprised when a plain white envelope came fluttering along with it. She picked it up and flipped it over, noticing there was no name, only a small heart on the front.
She knew she shouldn't pry into other people's lives, but Amy was known to be too curious for her own good. She opened the envelope and took out the letter.
Dear Matt,
I love you.
There, I said it.
I knew I needed to get it on paper before I chickened out. Again.
I know this may feel like a slap in the face to you; your best friend confessing his love to you. But I'm afraid it's true.
I don't know what started it.
It may have been the beautiful smile you gave me when I sought you out after leaving Whammy's all those years ago.
It may have been the annoying way you can play video games for days on end without sleep, and keeping me awake too because of it.
It may have been the day you first bought me a chocolate bar.
It may have been the freezing winter night we lay in bed holding each other for warmth because the furnace had broken.
It may have been the time when I came close to punching you; stopping inches away because you didn't flinch or try to block me. You just sat there, ready to take it, as if you deserved my misdirected anger when you didn't.
No, it was before all of those.
I think it was the first day you came to Whammy's. When you shuffled into our room, pressing buttons on your Game Boy Color, looked up into my eyes, and simply said "Hi, I'm Matt." That moment those piercing green eyes struck right into my soul telling me, "Yes, he's the one".
Yes, that was the day I fell in love you with you; and I cursed myself every day for not telling you.
I still curse myself now. Yes, curse my rotting soul; I love Matt and I was too stupid to tell him before I died.
Yes, Matt. I wrote this knowing full well that I was going to die. It was all part of the plan. You are safe and sound because I wouldn't have allowed myself to go through with it if I wasn't sure you'd make it out alive.
Please don't hate me.
I would have told you in person sooner, but I kept putting it off. Next thing I knew, it was too late, and I made the plan that solidified my silence.
I couldn't tell you then, because I would've broke apart, not wanting to leave you behind.
I wrote this so I wouldn't have any regrets. I told you I love you, so now my soul can rest in peace.
Please move on and live a normal life, for me. Don't linger in the past, just face the future.
Live for me, because I will always love you.
Yours forever and for always,
Mello.
What did you think? It made me tear up writing it down. :( Poor Matt and Mello
Please R&R (Sorry, if me saying this is getting annoying)