"Thank you Linda, for sending us the journal. We really need it." You thanked Linda.
"No problem."
Linda tucks a loose golden-blonde strand behind her ear, and holds up her sketch. It's a group portrait of Matt, Mello, Near and you.
"Here, it's for you to keep." Linda carefully tears the paper out of her sketchbook and hands it over to you.
You hold on the paper, your thumb covering Linda's tiny signature on the left corner. Matt, Mello and Near crowds around you, wanting to get a better view of the portrait.
"It's weird to see how much you guys have changed over the years. Some changes are noticeable, while others are gradual, secretive." She held up a group portrait of younger Matt, Mello, Near and you.
You glance at the portrait of your younger selves, and look back at the portrait you're holding now. Mello changed the most. He was no longer the innocent-looking kid with ivory skin and a golden-blonde bob, clad in loose, black clothing. You glance at the portrait of Mello now. The sudden change hits you like an open-hand slap. Mello's now clad in tight, leather clothing, his once-neat hair is now a mess, but most of all, a jagged scar makes its way across his face. The Mello now looks more...ruthless.
Near's changes seems to be more...subtle. He still wears the same loose, white clothing, the same slate-grey eyes stare back at you from both portraits, and he still had the same short, curly, white hair. But he grew taller, his face is leaner and his shoulders have broadened a bit. New Near seems way easier to take in than new Mello.
And then there's Matt. Matt didn't change much, like Near, but he still had some few noticeable changes. He still wears the same striped shirt and goggles, but he now wears leather elbow-length gloves and occasionally a furry vest to top the look. Also, the Matt now, has a cigarette in hand. But the most prominent feature that still remained was his warm, genuine (but goofy) grin.
"I guess you're right, Linda. Even though we changed so much, we're still the same in some ways." Said Matt.
Linda only nods.
"I guess I have to go then, It's nice visiting you guys. We'll keep in contact." Linda pulls out her phone.
She added all of your numbers to her contacts. You all added her number in return.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" Linda tosses a small, white, rectangle box at Matt.
Matt catches the box.
"What is this?" He asks.
"It's Watari's favorite tea. It's said to calm even the giddiest person. Oh, and the recipe's inside the box...somewhere if you want more of that stuff. Most of the stuff can be bought at the local grocery store."
"Oh, Thanks! It'll be helpful!" Matt thanked Linda.
You all waved back in unison.
"Bye Linda, I hope we'll meet again. Keep in touch!" You call out.
"Hopefully!" Said Linda as she leaves.
"I better be going as well. Rester's going to pick me up soon." Said Near, as he (adorably) hops off the chair.
"Bye Near!" You wave, with your tubed arm.
"Hope to see you soon." Matt waves as well.
You and Matt both glance at Mello.
"Bye...I guess." He mumbled.
"Bye Mello. Hopefully you'll find someone."
Matt snickers.
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Fractured Ties (A Death Note Matt x Reader)
FanfictionPanic, pain, anxiety. Panic attacks plagued you for your entire life, holding back your potential and strength to be L's successor back at Wammy's house. Only L's great stories soothed your anxiety for a prolonged period of time. Now that L has died...