Don't cry || @gameboy-jeevas
† » It had certainly been a frustrating day. The days went by so fast. There was always something to do, his mind always had a thousand worries of all kind, principally things like 'being number one', 'surpassing Near', doing research and watching boring videos from spy cams for hours... wasn't that sad? At times Mello thought of that kind of stuff. Like the days when they just sat by the window watching all the other kids playing outside without them because they were probably grounded due to Mello’s wrong concept of fun.
He didn't know whether to smile, because of the memories, or frown because those days will never ever repeat again. Instead he sighed as if he was really bored, crumpling the wrapper of his already eaten chocolate bar.
"Hey, uhm do you mind if I take a cigarette?" he asked. Mello never smoked unless he was bored or very sad
