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>I don't care, if they can't see .. just how much she means to me.
Mello gently tucked a strand of Near's messy, almost animalistic like excuse of a hair behind her ear. Near murmured something inaudible, her cheeks a slight flush of red. Mello resisted the urge to smile.
>P is for the painful way, she makes me feel some days.
It's so embarrassing, Mello thought, her feet propped up on a marble, misplaced coffee table. The day's thoughtful air was humid and unbearable, even Near herself was restless throughout the day. Why do I find myself falling for her? All my life she's been number one..
>U is for Utopia, the other times we've had..
The way her soft, pale skin felt in Mello's hands had to be illegal somehow. The way her body just seemed to surrender pathetically to Mello's touch was almost sickening. The little whimpers and gasps that seemed to emit from her when Mello touched her in just the perfect way.. She couldn't be real.. she can't be.
>N is for the new wave dreams, she had back in her teens..
"I don't remember what it's like to feel something.. to have that faux soul-crushing feeling of just wanting to achieve this specific goal..or something of the sort." Near raised her finger up to her bottom lip amd placed it there, her free hand occupied with a robot figure. Mello was hopelessly lost in this novel, a gripping, propelling book with just enough words and details to get you lost in something that couldn't even exist. Mello's eyes slowly looked away from the novel, as if her spirit itself was permanently etched, binded, even, to the book.
"Near," Mello spat, her voice sharp. "Why are you telling me this?"
>K is for the kid in her; my P-U-N-K girl!
"You're such a baby," Mello said one day, her tall, lanky frame hovering over Near's. Near was sprawled over the cheap carpeted floor, her stomach flat against the ground and her legs crossed together. Her hands moved swiftly across the puzzle pieces. "I don't get how playing with figures and solving puzzles is an act of childness," Near stated bluntly. She took a breath. "However, if my actions irk you so much, then I think.." She stopped, dropping the puzzle piece and propping herself up from the ground, her voice dropping to a quiet level. "Then.. I think there is something truly wrong with me."
>I just want to be able to work together with you. I know you may never like me or be able to be on the same terms, but I want to experience what it's like to hold you, to know your deepest secrets. To experience this feeling that is called.. love.