#grenadegame

Send me “✿ܓ” for a compliment from my muse to yours.

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

            ▬「 1 ⊹ 2 »  He was gone. The only person he could say was his friend was no longer among the living; and it was all his fault. The small flaw in his plan ended up changing both of their lives forever. Standing in front of the lifeless body, a part of him half expected the redhead to open his eyes and ask for a cigarette. No. That wasn't going to happen was it? This was reality and he had to accept it. The blond was accustomed to receiving harsh and life shattering news. His loss to Near for first place, his failure to become the one to succeed L; and now this. However, this would be the first time his heart felt heavy, anchored down by guilt. It was his fault the other passed away after all.

           "I'm really sorry Matt... Damn it. I never intended for this to happen." The redhead had put his faith, his life in the hands of the blond and Mello failed him miserably. It stung. Pressing his palm against his face, he cursed at himself. Was this the price he had to pay for being number two? Why couldn't he have been intelligent enough to save Matt? A thousand of questions loomed over his head, but he knew the outcome would never change. He was still dead. "I know you probably never gave a shit, but it would be a shame for you to die without ever getting a kiss." His old friend wasn't expressive, but he could have surely found someone to love. He could have gotten the love he never received when he was still in the Wammy house; and Mello was the one who stripped that opportunity away from him.

Send me &*& and I will generate a number from 1-175 for what my muse will say to yours. (Mix of angst, fluff, and random)