Space DebrisWhen Mello left, all Matt could do to cope was mope. At first, he only moped in his room, for days on end. Then, he was forced to leave, so he moped everywhere else, in the classrooms, in the hallways, outside.It was so bad that even video games didn't help much.It was so bad that all that helped was following Near around.It was so bad that Near didn't even mind that Matt followed him around.It was like a dog following its master, like how Matt followed Mello around before. Matt needed someone there for him, and Near knew that, and Matt knew that, and everyone else in Wammy's House knew that. So, Matt followed Near, and Near let him,
A Game"You might die, you know?" the boy tells her.She grimaces. "I know. I know.""And you aren't scared?"She glares at him, annoyed that he would even ask such a thing. "I'm not scared of dying for my beliefs," is her curt answer, as if he should already know."Such an idealist," he remarks, calmly. He must keep cool. He can't lose his temper so easily, especially around the girl. It could be deadly."So what?" she challenges, daring him to try and argue--fight--with her. She believes she will win. She always does.He leans back against the car seat, taking his hands away from the wheel of the immobile vehicle. "It was just an observation