DN: Barricade - MM

You're wearing yourself away, my dear, breaking under the pressure of the world. Your body's decaying, poisoned by too many drugged words and killing glasses filled to the brim with glittering liquids to guzzle down. You're mind is disintegrating, unable to think without thoughts coming back at you and abusing your mental processes. The word sane no longer applies to you, does it? You've long since passed that point, spiraling down, down into the bliss of insanity. Those beautiful teal eyes saw too much. Blood stained those coral lips too often. I know you can't even bring up tears anymore, ducts caked dry with experience.

You're war torn and deadly now. That gorgeous and soft little boy has been replaced with this hardened, unhinged man.

Oh Mello. Mihael. My baby. My angel. The love of my life that kept me going all through these years apart. What have you done to yourself? Come to me. Let me try to pick up the pieces, build you again from that shattered puzzle. Let me help you. No matter what you've become I still absolutely adore you. Your mind just needs fixed, and even if you are beyond repair I still want to try. Even if you are cold and hate-filled. Love no longer exists for you, does it?

I lost you, didn't I?

Smiling sadly, I lace my fingers through your hair. It feels like you could use a good washing. Maybe a shower a little later, or a bath. Would you let me bathe you? Gently massage in those perfumed shampoos you used to like so much? Carefully wash each limb with a slow precision to ensure that you're as clean and comfortable as you can get? Not right now though, no. For once you've calmed down, but only because those eyes that used to be so kind have closed, and you've slipped into a slumber. You look so relaxed right now.

Carefully, I lean down, kissing your forehead. I can feel you twitching under the tender touch. You're dreaming, right? What do you dream of?

Is it those pleasant days of childhood? Do you long for those carefree summers where we laid beneath the trees, buried in the grass and laughing together?

Or do you dream of this war we're fighting? Do you hear the whistling bombs of pen to paper? People falling left and right without a way to stop it?

Do you think we're going to end up dead? Is that why you've damaged yourself so much? So it won't hurt in the end?

Don't worry, Mello. We'll both get through this. When we do I'm going to patch you up. Hold you tightly at the finish. Kiss you softly until you melt into my arms. Show you what it means to love once more.

I love you, and I'll help you. I'll be with you no matter what.

No matter what.

I think I'll start now, and cry for you.