''Matt?'' Dominic walked into his friend's flat and closed the door after him. He frowned when he didn't hear anything. Matthew never left his house, only when he needed to. He walked slowly farther and a shiver ran down his spine.
He walked into the living room and frowned when he saw an evelope. He frowned even more when he saw his name written on it. He took it from the table, sat down on the white, leather couch and opened it. He took a piece of paper out of it and began to read Matthew's messy handwriting.
~*~*~*~
Hello my dear, sweet, lovely Dominic,
I think I should just call you my friend, because that's what we are right? We're just friends, nothing more.
Hello Dominic, my best friend,
Everyone leaves a note when they're leaving, don't they? I guess that's why I'm writing this now, this is my note for you. And it's only for you, don't show it to the others. I don't want them to know about this.
I'm sorry, Dom, I know you've tried to stop me so many times but I just can't do this anymore. Everything hurts.
The pain I feel every time is in my chest and in my belly. I'm jealous. I didn't want to admit it, because I thought it was weird. Wrong. Gross. I couldn't be in love with my best friend.
But I realized how stupid that was (and is) and I should've told you about it. I'm in love with you and my life doesn't mean anything without you. Sadly I'm too late and you're married now.
That's the main reason why I write this note. I gave up on my life because of her, Dominic. I don't want to hurt you but it's true. I can't see it anymore. Every time I feel so, so much hate for her. It makes me feel like a horrible person (which I am)
I want you to be mine, Dominic. Mine and only mine. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to sing you to sleep. I want to cuddle with you on the couch and watch films. I want to kiss your beautiful, full lips. I want to feel your body against mine when we make love. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to cuddle with you again after and tell you how beautiful you are and how much you mean to me. I want to kiss you until I fall asleep, and do everything again the next day.
Sadly I'm not good enough for that. I'm not good enough for anything.
My body is ugly, my soul is ugly, my everything is ugly. Of course no one wants me and especially not you.
So this is it Dom.
I'm sorry that it ends this way.
But this is the end of Matt Bellamy.
And the end of my note and my life.
I love you Dominic and I'll never forget you...
~*~*~*~
His eyes began to water and he stood up. ''This isn't funny, Matthew.'' He said shakily and looked around him. ''Come here.''
He waited for five minutes but Matthew didn't show up. He took a few shaky breaths and walked slowly to Matthew's bedroom, preparing himself for what he was going to see.
He gasped, placed his hands over his mouth and began to cry. Matthew hung in the middle of his room with a rope around his neck, eyes closed. Dom walked slowly farther and touched Matthew's arm. He was ice cold.
Dom collapsed on the ground and curled up. He laid there for hours, ignoring his wife's phone calls and stared at the dead body of his best friend, who he'd secretly adored his whole life.
