#just-mello

[beyondthebackup]

I'll mention you in the epilogue. Good-bye, Beyond Birthday.

"Sweet dreams, angel."

Beyond cut himself off from Mello with the push of a button, and stared at his digital remains in the palm of his hand. 

"There you are, L. I'm all done," he tossed the phone into oncoming traffic, and watched the metal scatter underneath rubber and friction.

"Sending you another ghost." 

He smiled to himself, and turned down the sidewalk, moving on to his next task.

[beyondthebackup]

What a shame that is.

But live men can tell them for you.

Don't you have one of your own to finish up? 

[beyondthebackup]

"The day I'm going to die..."

Shh, don't tell anyone. It's a secret. 

[beyondthebackup]

Again with that name. If I asked where you found it, would you even tell me?

Same place I found the day you're going to die.

[beyondthebackup]

What did you want? Was I really supposed to leave this case and join forces with you, letting Kira wreak havoc and stand on his self-made pedestal to preach freely? Did you want a /happy ending/, Beyond Birthday?

[ snicker ]

If must go, Mihael, go up in flames.

[beyondthebackup]

You know, then.

I wanted more for you.

[beyondthebackup]

Have you felt that sickness?

Can't. I'm a virus. 

You're going to throw away everything for him. But that's what he wanted.

Is it worth it?

[beyondthebackup]

... You're right.

So you finally said it.

There's something about looking in a mirror too long that shirks your focus and makes you wonder what the hell that thing is front of you even is, until you feel sick. 

That sickness is the most honest experience you'll ever know.