The door to Mello's old bedroom, when L reaches it, is spilling a sliver of honey-coloured light between itself and the polished floorboards of the hallway. L comes to a halt before it, his toes bare in the slight glow, and chews at his thumb. He wants to knock, he doesn't want to knock . He tells himself that he should go back to his own room, that he should wait and see if Mello will come to him...

“Homo Jya nai!” No matter how much I mutter that or scream it into the mirror until the glass breaks, it still remains a fact that chokes me. This article of truth, it burns me. I have been living here in Ohsaka High School since as long as I can remember, always have been surrounded by boys, and not just any boys, the best looking high school boys in Japan. Yet still, the reality lay dormant, unrealised…...

A heavy, cathartic sound was released from the innermost depths of the couple, and escaped into the damp air only when their voracious lips were forced to part for fear of asphyxiation.

You by Kaito (Vocaloid) Where are you and what exactly are you doing at this moment? Are you somewhere far away beyond those clouds in the sky? I lost everything dearest to me and had filled my heart And now after losing everything I realize All of those different things that you had supported me in And all of these smiles that you have brought to my face The burden of loss is more than I...

 A signature acknowledged -- a rosy dot above the i of Loving -- a secret whispered to listening lips apart ~ Cyrano De Bergerac, Act III

 To Love is to Hate; To Hate is to Obsess. Obsession can bring Love

 To Love the sinner, and Hate the sin

I actually never really wanted to feel. NO! i mean i'm happy that i do! but it would have hurt much less if i didn't. I was once asked if i were to give up one of the five senses which one would i trash? Without hesitation i answered touch. In retrospect i finally realized why. To me, touch was just another way to feel, and i didn't want to feel .  Anything but feel... and maybe think. I would...

He kissed her hard and hungrily. She kissed him back. It was an orgy of mouths, tasting each other as if they were starved. There was no restraint on the way they feasted, nor was there any grace were romance implied. Their mouths moved with limitless carnality. Savage, uncontrolled and still not getting enough. She was flying. She felt new. She felt whole. She felt love, reciprocated. It was sensational...

“I don’t deserve to be loved by you.” He stammered, brushing his thumb across her lower lip, caressing them apart. “But I’m not letting you go.” His other hand came to cup her neck and he could feel her pulse beating at his thumb, fluttering ecstatically to a rhythm that matched his own. “You’re mine now. And I’m forever yours.”