[[A/N Ok, so this is it. The final chapter! Oooohhhh!!! Exciting! It's short, it'sto the point (kinda) and it's in Matt's POV... Enjoy.]]

Disclaimer: So, I ldon't own Death Note. I don't own Matt, I don't own Mello but if I did, can you imagine the fun us fangirls would have!!

My Dear Mello

I open my eyes

The sunlight streams in through the open window.

I turn over from my side onto my back.

I look at the empty space next to me.

I don't know what's going on.

I don't know why you aren't here.

I don't know what when wrong.

I don't know why you left.

I can't believe you're gone.

It's been two years.

I'm just 17 years old.

I'm really still a kid.

I'd die if it meant spending just one more night with you.

I'm scared to sleep now.

I'm scared I'll wake up and you'll be dead.

So instead I stay awake.

A bottle of cheap whiskey and a packet of cigarettes are my only companions.

My eyes are bloodshot.

Some times I wish I weren't human.

But then I think about you.

I'd rather feel this horrendous pain, this feeling of abandonment, than nothing at all.

I'm sat in a rundown apartment in the middle of LA.

My video games hold no interest and I'm fed up of being angry at you.

I'm so drunk I can barely see the words I've written.

"Dear Mello…"

'I hate you…'

Do I really? Or is it hurt?

"Dear Mello…"

'I hate you so much I have drunk and smoked everyday since I was fifteen.'

No, I don't hate you.

The drink is a way to forget.

The cigarettes go well with the whiskey.

"Dear Mello…"

What else is there to say?

There's a knock on the door.

"My dear Mello…"

The hardest thing in the world is to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest when I open the door.

You are stood there.

The only person I've thought about; dreamed about.

The image of you I held in my mind for so long is shattered by the scar that mutilates your elegant face.


Sometimes the only thing left to say is the hardest thing in the world.

It's so hard to say your name right now.

If I say your name, you're real. You're stood there. You're here.

I say nothing.

I turn back towards the piece of paper that has been scribbled on so many times I can barely find a space to write.


A word that in my mind speaks a thousand words in a thousand languages.



[[A/N And there you have it! I want to thank everyone who has been reading this, thanks to everyone who has reviewed. Special thanks to PinkPopi cos she's awesome and another special thanks to Atomiclint who pwns!! I am working on a new chaptered fic but you'll probably have more than your fair share of one shots before I get it out of my head and into my computer! hope you've all enjoyed it and I'm gonna go because I thik this A/N is longer than the actual chapter.]]