Happy Ending (MattxMello)

22. Bullet Holes

Matt
I'd heard somewhere before that love makes you stupid. Now, I hate to say this, but in my experience, that is one hundred percent true. Actually... Maybe not. Let's just say that it makes you do stupid things. So, you could be the most intelligent person on this planet but, if you were to fall in actual-for-real-true-love, then you are doomed. Doomed to do at least a few stupid things for the person that you have fallen in actual-for-real-true-love with. I have done plenty of stupid things in my nineteen years, but I have to say that most of them were for or because of a certain blonde genius with anger issues. And of all of the stupid things I've ever done for Mihael "Mello" Keehl, I'd say that this is by far the stupidest. Oh, and by 'this', I mean dying.

As I sit here, covered in bullet holes and my own blood, I allow my thoughts to drift to said angry blonde genius. Now, thinking over every good moment I've ever shared with Mello would take a lot of time and unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time left to think. So, I guess I'll just have to settle with thinking about the best ones.

On the day Mello and I had gotten 'married', I took a giddy Mihael home and decided that our 'wedding' night would be special. I'm not really the most romantic person, but I have my moments. So, in pure wedding tradition, I danced with my new husband to whatever might have been on the radio at that particular moment. Lucky me, it just so happened to be the perfect song for this particular moment.

'Wise men say - only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you.'

"Would you dance with me, Mihael?" I ask, extending my hand. He blushes, bites his lip and nods ecstatically.
"I would love to." He takes my hand and I pull him into my embrace. He rests his head on my chest and I entwine our fingers, placing my free hand on his lower back.
Now, neither of us could really dance, so we kinda just swayed together in time with the music.

'Shall I stay - would it be a sin, if I can't help falling in love with you.'

He looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, "Nice song, did you-"
"Nope. Just lucky I guess."

'Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling so it goes some things were meant to be.'

"Yeah, I guess we are." I kiss his forehead and hold him tighter, never wanting the song to end.

'Take my hand - take my whole life too, cause I can't help falling in love with you. Cause I can't help falling in love with you.'

I smile to myself, despite the pain. It hurts to breathe now and I'm starting to get dizzy and lightheaded. I guess I have less time than I thought. I'd give anything to have Mello here right now, but if I can't have that, all I can do is hope that my death will mean something to him. I hope I helped him, I tried my best. I suddenly remember the promise I made him. I can't speak now, so I suppose I'll just have to think to myself. It's not like he'll be able to hear me either way. So, I look up to the dark sky and hope that he knows.

Sorry Mells... Looks like I won't be coming home tonight, like I promised. I hope that we won and I hope that you won't take this too hard, I didn't mean to cause so much trouble for you. Sorry. Anyway, I love you Mello. I love you so much.

My breathing is labored now and I cough up some blood, but I keep smiling anyway. There's no reason to be sad now, I lived a good life with the best person. Maybe, since I'm dying, I'll just say a quick prayer or rather, I'll think a quick prayer. Not for me though, for Mello.

Here goes. Dear uh... God? I don't know, sorry. Anyways, I just wanna ask - and this is my dying wish - that you take care of Mello for me. I'd like to keep doing it but, uh... It seems that that's no longer an option. So... Please? Oh, and thanks. Thanks for letting me love him, the pleasure was all mine. So, yeah. Amen, I think.

My vision starts to fade and I'm struggling through my last few breaths but I manage, I don't know how, to choke out one last sentence. After all, I don't think it would be fair if my last words were, 'You won't shoot', now would it? So, with the precious little breath I have left in me, I say, or try at least,
"I... Love you... M-Mihael Keehl..." and I close my eyes and smile. I'll die smiling because I'll die happy.