The gun pressed against my back but seconds past and I never felt the bullet break through my flesh. Instead, I heard the clatter of metal against tile.
"I can't do it." I heard Mello whisper. "I can't."
His arms released there grasp from my person, but I stayed there pressed up against him. Now the feeling that I had some time ago was overpowering.
It scared me.
The amount of emotion that I was enough to make me feel physically sick. Dizzy and suffocating. It was awful and my human instincts reacted crazily.
I wrapped my own arms around Mello and looked up. I forgot get his exact expression because what happened happened too fast. I kissed him on the lips.
I hadn't ever kissed someone before. I didn't think I ever would. If somobody had come up to whammy's house and told me I would kiss Mello in a few years, I would have called the insane asylum that beyond birthday went to.
You might think I am going to say I had no idea why I did it. But when my thoughts collected I found that I had desperately wanted Mello to know I didn't hate him...well, loved him. I wanted him to feel there was a reason to live.
Mello didn't kiss back; he didn't really have time to because I soon broke away, shocked at my own audacity. That was the most obnoxious, daring thing I had ever done.
Mello just stared into my eyes with an unwavering gaze.
"Mihael..." I said cautiously. "I...think I...love you.