-Mello's POV-
"Noooooo! Matt! Matt, wake up! Don't die on me!" I screamed, holding a bloody Matt in my arms. He had just been shot several times, and he was dying. "Someone help! Please!"
Matt looked up at me, and with his last breath, whispered weakly, "I love you, Mihael Keehl." Then his body went limp, and his eyes, which usually shone bright green, were faded and expressionless.
"Noooooooo!" I screamed, waking up with a start. The person lying next to me rustled, and I heard a voice.
"Mello? What happened?"
Wait- where am I? Who is that?
"Mello?" The voice asked again. That voice sounded strangely familiar... "Mello, what's wrong?" I knew that voice...
"M-Matt?" I asked, shaking. It suddenly hit me. I was at Matt's house. And Matt was lying next to me in his bed. Alive.
"Oh, Matt!" I burst into tears, and he looked at me worriedly as he took me in his arms. He held me in his lap, kissing the top of my head lightly as I cried in his strong, sturdy arms. Matt is alive, I told myself. It was just a dream... that's all...
With Matt's soothing touch, and his whispers of reassurance, I soon fell back to sleep.
