Well here's a very short chapter 3.... Sorry it took so long. I just finished midterms so i should be able to update more often... SHOULD being key here....

Matt's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Mello OR anything Death Note related...

I managed to fall into a fitfull sleep after Mello, but it wasn't long before I woke from another nightmare. There's nothing new about that though. I've been having nightmares ever since that dreadful day. They even haunt me while I'm wide awake.

There was no way I could sleep right now. I got out of bed andwlked into the hall, making sure to close the door silently. I retrace the path to the rec room and curl up on one of the chairs. I stare out the frosted window to stare at the snow falling softly on the white ground.

As I watched the scene on the other side of the glass, I can't help but wonder if my life is better this way butI instantly regret thinking about it as unwanted memories o er power me. I pull my legs flush to my chest and remove my goggles so I could bury my eyes in my knees. A vain attempt to stop the tears that have started to cascade down my cheeks.

I sit like that for a while, running over the events from last week over and over in my head. One thought seemed to be repeating more than the others. This is all my fault. I could have done so many different things that day but I had to do the one that lead to this.

I hear movement in the doorway. I quickly pull my goggles down to cover my red, teary eyes as I turn to see what made the noise. My eyes meet clear blue as I reconize Mello as the noisemaker. I really hope he didn't see me cry. The last thing I need is someone on my back, calling me a crybaby.

Instead of making fun of me, hequietly walks to the chair beside me and 's silent for a while before he turns to me. "The first night's always the worst." I nod to show that I agree andhe continues, "I came to this very spot my first couple days."

At that statement I turn and watch the blond closely. He seemed so tough and yet... I can see something like pain in his eyes. It's a pain I can almost relate to. It's then that welook at each other with understanding. We've each experianced horrible pain before coming here. One day we'll have to share stories but not now. We both need healing first. Me more than him surly but he still needed to heal all the same.

I turn to stare out the window and I can feel Mello's gaze on the back of my head before he too looks out the window. We sit like that for a while. Staring out at the frost covered yard, lost in thought until we decided to head back to bed.

On the way back I find myself watching Mello like I did earlyer with the same thought im my mind. Here was this kid who looked like he was out to get the world and yet he was being so kind to a scrawny kid like me. Back in my old life a kid like him would've already beaten and robbed me. This intreges me to say the least and I plan to learn more about this intreging blond.

Once back in my bed I stare up at the ceiling. I'm still to shaken up by the nightmare to sleepbut I take confort in the fact that the blonde was in the bed beside me. It was nice to know a friend -I think we're friends- is only a few feet away.

Before to long I can hear Mello's breathing soften and I find myself listening to the rythem of the air going in and out of his lungs. As I listen my eyes start to droop and I swiftly fall asleep.

Furitori is working on the next chapter so hopefully it'll be up soon...