A/N: So I'm writing this to try to get back into the feel of fanfiction writing. I've been keeping it up but Im stupidly busy now. Aphrodite's Garden will be completed next and then I'll continue Whatever Remains.

Music: Alone-Sleeping with Sirens

Left Overs

Waking up was slow, like usual, the last vestiges of Matt's dreams clinging desperately behind his eyes. He barely slept anymore, barely ate, barely did anything but stare listlessly into space, game, and hack. Even his gaming was half-hearted, he'd dropped his rank and was barely in the top 50 internationally anymore.

In the two weeks since Mello had left Matt hadn't so much as looked at the front door, he refused to sleep in either bed and was living off toast and whatever was in the pantry still. He'd been okay last time, because he always expected Mello to come back, sure it had done terrible things to him, but he'd been okay.

Matt pulled himself off the couch slowly, shoving the rising bile caused by his dream, ignoring the lingering feeling of hands on his body. He sighed slowly, today was the day that he'd marked, finishing out the last few jobs and emptying the fridge beforehand. He let the blanket drop as he stood and with a deep breath headed toward Mello's room. He needed to see it empty, to look around and dig for anything at all that might be left, some hint that he was returning.

Today was the day Matt had marked to move, if Mello was going to return he would be back today, he'd always told Matt "Wait two weeks, after that I'm not returning." That had applied to jobs he might have to go on for his Mafia work of course, but Matt was pretty sure it still held.

Matt didn't hesitate, just pushed into the room. The emptiness still felt like a punch in the stomach and he stopped a few steps in, ignoring the ache that flared up in his chest.

He could clearly see the bareness of the floor and the dresser, the drawers dangling open and the bed stripped bare. He tugged open the closet and checked it over twice before conceding that it was as barren as the rest of the room.

He moved to the bed, which was his last hope for finding a piece of his lost love. Misery settled in fully, Matt shoved the mattress over, finding nothing more than a few scraps of dust and left over chocolate wrappers. He allowed his fingers to brush over the debris Mello had left before shoving the box springs over as well.

His heart lept to his throat as a clink sounded, signaling something falling against the frame. He looked down, Mello's rosary laying on the floor looking as crumpled as Matt felt. He slid to the floor, picking it up between his fingers an stroking it, Mello must've set it down while he was packing and it had slid behind the bed.

Matt clutched it tightly as he stood and left the room. It was a left-over of Mello's presence there.

Just like Matt.