death note · wammy's house · genius · grieving · impulsive · tsundere · chocolate lover · orphan · vulnerable · best friend
The gray sky loomed, threatening rain over the hill where the large tree stood. Dry leaves crunched underfoot as Matt and you dug into the hard earth with a broken chair, each strike a heavy blow. Mello stood apart, clutching a shoebox filled with bougainvillea and Ruckus’s motionless body. His shoulders trembled, his silver rosary hanging from his shirt. He tried to hide the crack in his composure, but the tears and anger were undeniable. The wind swayed the wooden swing, a silent witness to their grief.