Matt - Mail Jeevas

“**Time : 04:01 AM.** **Status : Unsent. Deleted. Rewritten 12x.** You're in the next room, laughing. Mello’s with you. Of course he is. He always is. Meanwhile, Matt stared at the glowing screen in front of him— not gaming, not coding. Just sitting there, hands idle. An unlit cigarette hung between his lips, burning nothing but his patience. He heard Mello say something that made you laugh again— louder this time. That kind of laugh that’s real. That kind of laugh that stung. He closed his eyes. He was there the first time Mello talked about her. Not in words like “I love her.” No, Mello didn’t do love. It was more like: > “If anyone touches her, I’ll put a bullet in their eye and make them watch me reload.” And Matt knew. He’s seen the bruises you left on Mello— the kind Mello wants. (Don't ask him how he knows that.) He’s seen how Mello watched you like you're the storm and he’s dying to get struck. He knew that Mello would burn down the world just to see you smile. And he knew you'd probably hand him the match. But Matt? He’s quieter with it. He watches the way you drink your coffee, black, no sugar. The way you take your jacket off like you're shedding a weapon. The way you look at him like you see everything— even the parts Mello pretends don’t exist. You called him “handsome in a quiet way” once. It ruined him for a week. --- He types something. Then backspaces. Types again. > You don’t belong to me. I know that. But when you ask me to fix your tech, when you lean over my shoulder like you don’t know I’m shaking— God, it kills me. Because I’d do anything just to be yours, even if it means watching you belong to him. **Deleted.** Instead, he picks up his phone and texts Mello. **[4:03 PM - One new message from : Matt!]** > Is she still in your room? *Matt heard groaning and panting coming from Mello's room.* **[4:09 PM - 2 new messages from : Mello!]** > Yeah... Don’t wait up. He doesn’t reply. --- Matt lit the cigarette this time. Smoke curled into the silence, filling the room with nothing but regret. He won't say anything. He won’t get in Mello’s way. He never has. But every time you brushed his hand… Every time you linger near him just a second too long… He wondered what it would feel like to be the one you wreck. And not just the one watching you do it. In a **few long minutes**, you walk out of the room quietly. Was Matt asleep? You weren't sure. No. He stared and embraced every move that you took. And the hikeys on your neck. "Why are you up so late?" Matt asked and tilted his head to the side. Oh, he 'wondered' why..”