Death Note and his characters doesn´t belongs to me...

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Near Perspective...

It still had not dawned, there was lacking little being born of the day. A lonely day, a day like any other. My day, I don´t like this day. One day that brings me a memory, not a graphic memory. Only a memory of a vague feeling what I don´t know any more what is. The years go by, this day is always the same. The majority forgets, I wanted to forget. I remain laid looking at the curtains that do a gentle motion, I begin to feel myself sleepy.
I hear steps coming from the outside, closer and closer. Heavy steps, I know these steps. He enters without knock, he never knocks before enter.
He looks at me without smiling and I reward in the same way. I imagine that he will be going to do what he always does and leave. Why he should remember? But ... he only sits by my side, without facing me completely for a time. Seem to mean say something but he doesn´t say. I also do not give myself the work of asking. And the silence remains, with an almost involuntary gesture I twirl a wick of my hair while I wait he to give the boat.
Up to came ... the surprise, he hugged me! I was surprised and without reaction while his body softly was moulded to mine. His face was hidden in my neck. I thought in saying something but I confess that I had no courage because that one was good, strangely good and unpublished because there were no words and not even the siege. There were no hatred or tease, just that warm and gentle embrace.
We keep lying down, feeling the heat one of other under the sound of the beat of ours hearts. In this hour I was already not minding any more this day. I was already satisfied. Up to came ... the present whispered softly, and I know that it doesn´t matter what it happens I will never forget:
- Happy birthday Near! - I hear Mello saying. He could not see when my eyes were stared of surprise, or even when a smile run from my lips. But I know that somehow he knew that I was happy.
- Thanks Mello.