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-Mello's POV-

I took a bite out of my chocolate bar as I stared at the photo in my hand. It was a picture of Matt and I, taken in our first year at Wammy's House. In it, I was smiling a rare smile, my arms around Matt's neck, while he stood there grinning, the blush on his cheeks almost the same fiery shade as his hair.  Matt's gorgeous green eyes were shining with happiness, standing out where the redhead usually wore his goggles, which he had pushed to the back of his head. I had always seen so much expression in those eyes, something deep that, though I tried many times, I simply could not explain to Matt. Matt, my nerdy best friend who could spend hours playing video games. Matt, my... Well, my only real friend. But Matt was more than just a friend to me. I doubt he felt the same way about me, but every time I looked at him, I felt a peace inside, a calmness. When I was younger I didn't really understand it. I would watch, spellbound, as he played his video games, how he bit his lip in concentration, how he didn't even bother to brush his messy red hair out of his eyes. I loved hearing him talk, the way his face radiated when talking about the things that he liked. I would ask him about his games just to hear him talk, and I would try to keep up as he went on and on about the bosses and the levels and the struggles he came about in his games. Sometimes he would see the confusion on my face and he would laugh, his adorable laugh...

The laugh I would probably never hear again. I sighed and took another bite of my chocolate as I carefully set the photo on the passenger seat of my car. I would never forget Matt. I... I loved him. More than words could ever say. Matt was my life. But I knew Matt would probably never feel the same. A lone tear slid down my cheek, and I angrily brushed it away. This was why I couldn't have Matt in my life. He brought the other side of me out, my soft side. My weak side. I couldn't afford to let this happen. I needed to be strong, to look out for myself and myself alone. I had to... to...

I couldn't help it anymore. I suddenly burst into tears, not bothering to wipe them away this time.

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