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It was a couple days since Mello left the orphanage, the usual complaining of the blonde had faded into a horrible silence that Matt couldn’t bear. Matt knew he should have expected this, knowing Mello’s impulsive behaviors. But he didn’t expect it, he really didn’t, because he had beleived Mello’s promise all of those years ago.
7 years ago
Matt’s voice trembled as he tried to explain his past, the words flowing out naturally to his loved one, Mello.
”My mom….she left me when i was young, my dad killed himself soon after. He really loved her, i could never imagine being in his shoes.”
Mello then took the gamer’s hand, as gentle as he could be, and said the words Matt would never forget
”I promise, i truly promise i’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never end up like your father.
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Mello’s words echoed in Matt’s mind, he remembered how genuine the blonde has sounded, how pure and beautiful they were together. Matt couldnt help but sob, sitting on the edge of the empty and lonely bed. He didn’t like to be alone, to not have someone laying with him, sitting by him, and that person was Mello. But as he stared at the freshly made bed, the loneliness of his past he tried oh so hard to forget, crept onto this fresh, happy boy.
He started writing the notes. He thought of his father, now knowing really how much he had loved his mother enough to take his own life for her. His hand trembled as he wrote his goodbyes. Maybe Mello will be happy, maybe he left because i was too complicated for him. Tears fell down on the paper as he thought silently, although it felt as loud as a fire alarm, or someone screaming into your ear. But it wasent. It was only his brain trying desperately to fill the silence rhat it wasent used to.
Matt got down on his knees, searching in the dresser. He found his fathers gun, the one his father took his life with, and the one he will take his own with aswell. He loaded it, the sound of the pistol cocking being drowned out by his endless thinking.
He layed across Mello’s bed, barely thinking as he put the gun to his skull, the sound of it hitting his hair bringing him back, because he atleast wanted to remember his last moments. He held the trigger gently, before speaking.
”Mells…Mello please stop me…”
But he didn’t stop him, becayse he wasent there. Matt sighed, closing his eyes and pushing his pointer finger down on the trigger, the sound echoing through the room and Matt’s ears in his final moments.
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“What the hell is this…?” Mello stared at the stamp of the letter, addressed to himself….from Wammy’s orphanage.
Dear Mihael Keehl, 2 days ago your dear friend Mail Jeevas took his own life in his room. We are investigating the matter, and our condolences are with you and him. On behalf of the Wammy staff, we knew how close you two were, and even though you are away from this place, we thought it was your right to know. We are sorry for your loss.
Sincerely, Rodger Irkin.
Mello’s hands lightly shook, he knew he should have expected this. He knew he should’ve stayed, or atleast brought Matt with him. Mello, the usual stoic boy’s eyes filled with tears. He wiped them away quickly.
“Fuck…dammit….” Mello sobbed.
There was another note on the back, old tear drops stained the white paper. He could only guess what this was.
My dearest, Mello, If your reading this i am probabaly not alive. I will not say i am angry at you for leaving, because i dont want to take my life being mad at you. I wish you wouldn’t have left, maybe then i wouldn’t want to do this. I wish you could hold me once more, and tell me it’s gonna be okay. But i know you can’t. So, whats the point, Mells? I have my fathers gun, that’s all i will say. Thank you for helping me get this far. I love you, Mihael.
Mello broke down as he read this, sobbing uncontrollably, he couldnt help it anymore, he didn’t even care that someone would see him. his thoughts went to Matt’s promise he had made all those years ago
7 years ago
“I promise, i truly promise, i’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never end up like your father.” Mello had said.
He remembered the vulnerability in Matt’s brown eyes, and he knew that was the right thing to say.
Then Matt spoke.
”I promise, i truly promise, i wont end up like my father.”
He had looked so determined.
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Both of them had broken their promise. Both of them lied to eachother, now both of them had to deal with it.
Mello knew what he had to do, the same routine Matt had gone through just 2 days ago. He could have saved him.
Mello flopped down on his own bed, his own gun in one hand, and a letter in the other. Without a sexond thought, he pulled the trigger, his memories and thoughts shooting across the room, with his soul.
There was nobody to tell, unlike when Rodger had told Mello about Matt’s death, now there was nobody left. The two lovers were dead. Dead as a doornail. United in their childhood, their promises, and their demise.
My love, my dearest, Matt, You wont read this, for you are already dead. I will write this with a heavy heart knowing i will be joining you very soon. I can’t wait to see you. I’m so sorry for leaving you. I love you so much, and im sorry that i broke my promise, my love.
Sincerely, Mihael keehl.