For my love...
Ok, Love, I did promise you that I'd finish these quickly. I find it humorous that I feel like writing now.
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It was the last sound that they shared together.
They had many lasts that day: a last kiss which tasted more like ash than want. Mello would later comment that it was only fitting.
There was the good-bye. Matt never cared for long ones; actually, he never cared much for any kind of good-bye. It really was a waste of time-just leave already, even if it was with a bang…or a boom.
And, of course, there was Mello’s final plan. He knew he wouldn’t make it; he just didn’t know that Matt wouldn’t make it either.
Even with a body full of lead, Matt just looked at himself. He had to admit he never saw that coming. “I guess they were pissed,” he finally admitted with a rather wry grin to boot. And then he heard it…
Mello assumed that dying the way he did he wouldn’t feel pain. Well, whoever said that was full of shit. He should try dying this way. Bastard. He stared at the scene that would be his grave, no memorial to immortalize him, nothing to prove Near wrong. Damn it! He couldn’t even have the final say. And then he heard it…
It came like a mother screaming, running to save her dead child. But there was no mother; there were no children. There simply was nothing and no one left to save. A siren wailed in the distance. Red lights flashed like a warning for all to move away. The road lay empty, the music blared loud, and all that gathered was red and dark and bare.
FYI: I still have plenty of slots to the alphabet drabble meme. GO! GO! GO!
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It was the last sound that they shared together.
They had many lasts that day: a last kiss which tasted more like ash than want. Mello would later comment that it was only fitting.
There was the good-bye. Matt never cared for long ones; actually, he never cared much for any kind of good-bye. It really was a waste of time-just leave already, even if it was with a bang…or a boom.
And, of course, there was Mello’s final plan. He knew he wouldn’t make it; he just didn’t know that Matt wouldn’t make it either.
Even with a body full of lead, Matt just looked at himself. He had to admit he never saw that coming. “I guess they were pissed,” he finally admitted with a rather wry grin to boot. And then he heard it…
Mello assumed that dying the way he did he wouldn’t feel pain. Well, whoever said that was full of shit. He should try dying this way. Bastard. He stared at the scene that would be his grave, no memorial to immortalize him, nothing to prove Near wrong. Damn it! He couldn’t even have the final say. And then he heard it…
It came like a mother screaming, running to save her dead child. But there was no mother; there were no children. There simply was nothing and no one left to save. A siren wailed in the distance. Red lights flashed like a warning for all to move away. The road lay empty, the music blared loud, and all that gathered was red and dark and bare.
FYI: I still have plenty of slots to the alphabet drabble meme. GO! GO! GO!