Silence. That was all that could be heard in the blondes apartment.
Mello sat on the end of his bed, head facing down towards the door with his chocolate bar in hand. He raised his hand to take a bite but stopped...he wasn't in the mood for chocolate.
Why is the silence so loud? People say silence can be a good thing for some people.
He placed the bar on the bed and stood up, cracking his back and began walking to his door, he stopped in his tracks as he approached the mirror, he took a glance, his face which had been nothing but neutral had softened. He lifted his hand and allowed his fingers to wander over his scar. A voice spoke inside his head.
Mello you did this to yourself, Mello you selfish bastard! You killed an innocent man, and for what? To save you're own ass!? What would my Mother and Father think?! What...What would L think...? He wouldn't want someone like you to succeed him...maybe...maybe Near IS better than you.
He became angry at himself as he reminisced on his past actions and allowing such thoughts to rest in his head. Mello began to clench his fist, he then swung his arm, allowing his clenched fist to connect to the mirror. The mirror shattered and fell to the floor, Mello stood watching the blood on his hand drip, he needed a bandage.
Maybe...the silence isn't so good for me