Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note my friend Kyle would stand creepily behind L all the time and rape face at everyone.
A/N: Hmm, so my Mega-upload week somehow skipped over this and Shameful Metaphors..and then I didn't update ANYTHING until…well the other day *facepalm*
Music: Jersey-Mayday Parade
Let Me Love you
Slam
~Mail~
How could I be so stupid! I slammed the door behind me, fuck breakfast I need a smoke…
Well, I promised Mels chocolate pancakes so I guess I have to deliver, even if he did just find a whole new way to break me.
I shoved down my pain and headed for the kitchen, he wanted breakfast he would get breakfast. Digging through the cabinets I found everything I needed and barely avoided slamming the glass plates down like everything else.
It hurt. A lot.
Knowing that Mello would never…that he didn't know what he'd been doing. I sighed and started mixing the powder, pouring chocolate chips in.
Something seemed off though, last night…no drunk I knew would've been like he was, they wouldn't have noticed or responded how he did. I shrugged that away, Mello was many things and even I wasn't so blinded that I didn't realize he could be a major ass, but he would never hurt me like that.
I was forced to stop stirring for a moment to swipe my sleeve across my eyes, I don't cry like this damnit! Well, I used to, but Mel didn't like it…
I shook myself and finished breakfast, ignoring the pang of longing and sadness that went through me as I heard the shower start, I'd imagined showering with him enough times that just the sound of running water…
He walked into the room at the same moment I put out the plates, hair darker with water and the usual leather accentuating those sinful curves…one's that I'd been touching last night and that I would neve- "Thanks Matt."
His tone caught me off guard, he sounded miserable and I was about to ask what was wrong when I remember. Hangover. Right.
I nodded and sat down, my lips pressed together as I tried to force down some of my own food, he was eating quickly and when I raised my eyebrow at him just shrugged.
"Have to get to work quick." He shoved another bite down and turned to go, and stupid me just couldn't keep my mouth shut.
"Mel…you really don't remember what you did last night?"
He froze, rigid for a moment before shrugging and facing me again, I felt a tiny bubble of hope at the look in his eyes and stood, moving toward him, but he shattered the fragile feeling.
"No." His voice was so icy that I stopped, my eyes were wide, I knew by that tone that he did but there was so much pain and regret in his eyes that I wanted to just curl up and die.
"Mel-lo…I..I lo-" He glared at me and I shut up fast.
"I'm leaving now Matt."
I swallowed hard, "Bye." He was right in front of me suddenly, indecision in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead, "Later." And then he was gone.
Hearing the door slam shut after him, I realized he'd had a bigger bag than usual and practically teleported to his room.
Everything was gone and I felt my heart clench painfully as I slid down the wall.
"He's not coming back."
And my world went black.
A/N: Gaaaaawwwwd why do I write such cliché shit? Oh well…