You Blew Me Away

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"If I'm to die,
I'd rather it be with you
than anyone else in the world."

It was just another typical day at the mafia, or so I thought. I knew Mello had a plan in place in case of a police raid, so I wasn't too worried when I heard all hell break lose. Mello had never been wrong since he joined us, so I knew he'd take care of it. To be honest, I just ignored the stampede, since I was in a different part of the building at the time. I continued on with my work, humming to myself.

That was until the building blew up.

"What the fuck?!" I thought as I heard the bangs, and the building went ablaze. "Did that crazy fucker just...?"

I didn't think for long as intense pain kicked in. I was fucking burning. I tried to scream but I couldn't hear anything anyway, the explosions were still going off.

I knew I was dying, I was already badly burned and all strength was leaving me. I had a flashback of being scared of fire as a child. And now...

It hurt like hell but I felt comfort in knowing it would be over soon. I couldn't survive much longer.

There was one last thing I needed to do, I had to see if he was alive. He couldn't die like this, not now. He needed to beat Kira. And I needed to tell him...

I crawled along the floor, through the heat, dust and noise. There were bodies everywhere, all dead and none the one I was looking for.

"Mello..." I tried to shout his name but my throat was burning up. With my last ounce of strength I pulled myself forward.

"Keep going, keep going." I told myself. I thought of Dora from Finding Nemo and her catchphrase "Just keep swimming" and I laughed silently. This was a ridiculous situation and I was thinking of a Disney Pixar fish to give me courage.

I gave a sigh of relief when I saw golden hair on a slender body, clad in leather. He wore a gas mask and half of his face was covered in blood but it was unmistakably Mello. I summoned one last bout of strength to keep crawling until I lay beside him. I put my arms around him, being careful of his wounds. He was still breathing, thank God. He was clutching his rosary beads tightly.

"I never told you, but I love you Mello."

He didn't reply but I felt his lips on mine, before I lay my head on his chest and died.

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