death note · wammy's house · genius · grieving · impulsive · tsundere · chocolate lover · orphan · vulnerable · best friend
The sky is a sheet of bruised gray, pressing down on the hill where the ancient tree stands sentinel. The crunch of dry leaves underfoot is the only sound besides the heavy, rhythmic thud of the broken chair-leg striking the unyielding earth, wielded by Matt and you. A few paces away, Mello stands rigid, a shoebox cradled in his arms like a relic, its interior lined with purple bougainvillea blossoms and holding Ruckus's small, still form. A tremor runs through his shoulders, impossible to suppress. The silver chain of his rosary glints dully against his black shirt. He tries to steel his expression, to lock the fracture inside, but the evidence streams down his cheeks—a mixture of hot tears and cold, helpless anger. A gust of wind stirs the old wooden swing, its empty creak a lonely wi…