Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day
You could say I was falling into a state of depression. Coldhearted depression, that liked to eat away at me. I never took blade to my wrist. I never cried myself to sleep. It was almost as if...almost as if I was drifting away from the world. Like I was one of those tiny bubbles that slide away from the group of big bubbles.
I stopped talking to Mello. I rarely shuffled my way into the large room that the Mafia gathered in. I just...shut down, you could say.
Mello stopped talking to me. Even though our bed was two beds pushed together...it was as if they were a mile apart.
One day, Mello left for an hour or so. I redecorated. Everything his on the left side, and everything mine on the right. Including the makeshift bed.
He adapted immediately.
I started journaling at night. When I read my entries of the past week, I decided something.
My existence is insignificant.
Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore - Glee Cast (blame my mom -_-)
Matt briefly wondered what would happen if Mello left him again. It tore him up the first time, and he had emotional, and physical scars because of it.
'No' he scolded himself, 'Mello loves you. He won't do that again. He's promised you. Stop thinking about that.'
He sighed, hitting his head back on the leather seat. The car was in park, and had reclined the seat all the way back, so he was laying down, his legs crossed on the steering wheel.
The month was August, so it was warm out, making him roll his windows down. A cigarette dangled from his from his frowning lips.
He needed to make sure.
Pulling his phone out from his pocket, yet he hesitated texting Mello. He thought he would seem too desperate. He simply put, 'Don't ever leave me.' before putting his phone away.
His sleeves slid up to his elbows, revealing his thin, pink faded lines. He averted his eyes immediately. He disgusted himself.
His phone buzzed from the floor, and he picked it up. The message Mello left was most reassuring, 'I love you, Matty.'
Lovegame - Lady GaGa
Why L? Why, God, why?
Why the man he was chained to?! Why did it have to be him?!
Light couldn't deny it anymore. He felt an inevitable attraction for the raven-haired detective.
He was going to be sleeping with him in the same bed for God knows how long.
"Light-kun..." L's voice was low, seeing as he didn't want to disturb the task force.
"Yes, R-Ryuzaki?" The stutter was barely noticeable. But it was definitely there.
"Are you alright? You look kind of sick. Do you want to retire early?" L seemed as if he really, genuinely cared.
Light nodded, swallowing hard, "Yeah I am...not feeling well. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. Just let me finish my cake, and we can go."
Not five minutes later, L had devoured his cake, and was leading Light to their room. He didn't bother turning on the light, seeing as he knew exactly where the bed was.
Light fell onto the bed, not bothering to change. He was fine sleeping in his clothes. He suddenly felt a weight on top of him, and a leg in the middle of his. A hand on his thigh, and another on his shoulders.
"R-Ryuzaki?!" He exclaimed, surprised.
He felt a finger press against his lips, "Shh...Don't lie to yourself, Light."
He moved his knee around slightly, "I know you feel something for me. And I know I feel something back. So be quiet, and let me make you feel better."
I'm seriously too tired to do more.