Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Willow

"I know Matt told you already but you did good the other day." Mello said, walking with me down the sidewalk. We were heading to the coffee shop where he worked, I needed caffeine and he offered to buy me some. I got off work early, it was dead and he came to walk me back home.

After the cemetery visit I was feeling a little numb, emotionally drained and overall just wasn't very talkative. It was mainly because I was embarrassed by admitting that I was assaulted, it made me feel ashamed and at the time I thought everything would be different. It wasn't brought up again since Matt apologized for not stopping it. Mello never brought it up, and honestly I was glad. Only him and Matt knew, and I was terrified other people would find out. They'd call me a slut, or a whore even more than they already did. That's the price you pay for having guy friends and wearing fishnets, everyone fucking slut shames you. My fault for having a sense of style.

Part of me wanted to tell Del, but I was scared. It did feel okay to finally get it out, but at the same time I was deeply fucking ashamed of it all. I wanted to know what Mello thought, he wasn't really acting any different but I wondered if he thought I was disgusting too. That's all that kept going through my mind, I was just disgusting and used up.

"It was hard," I sighed, and we walked into the coffee shop. The bell above the door jingled, and his co worker was sweeping the floor. He smiled at us, and went behind the counter to take our order. His smile was welcoming, and his eyes were bright and hopeful.

"Hey, Mello. Usual for you and your girl?" He grabbed two cups and winked at us.

"Yeah, don't forget the extra caramel." He looked at me, and I felt my face get hot. He smirked, and I crossed my arms and looked away. They seemed like they talked about me when they were working, and apparently he already knew what I wanted from the amount of times Mello surprised me with coffee. I wondered what he said about me when I wasn't around, whatever it was it seemed like it was good.

"Yeah, yeah I know." He replied, finishing up and handing them to us. He made them at fucking light speed, and I was happy the extra caramel wasn't forgotten. I sipped my drink, and we went back outside. We started walking again, not sure where we were going but we were happy to finally get some fresh air.

"Anyways, I'm proud of you. I know it was hard." He went back to our unfinished conversation, and took a sip of his coffee. We walked past all of the shops down the sidewalk, the sun was shining and the leaves were starting to fall. Mello wore his black jacket and his usual black jeans, I caught myself looking at him a lot more than normal. He looked nice, and as usual he smelled good.

"Yeah, shit sucked. Thanks for going though, it helped a lot."

"Don't thank me, I wanted to go. Place is a shit hole though, you really grew up there?"

"I mean I lived in the US when I was born but they packed us up and decided to move there for some fucking reason. Glad they did though, even if it sucked. Wouldn't have met you if we stayed in the states."

"I'm glad you did too. Wish you guys had a better life though, I'm sorry it was hard. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here." He said with emotion, looking down at me as we walked. We were heading towards the park, the trees lined the streets and people walked around mindlessly. Fall was slowly approaching, and the light breeze felt great.

"And I don't know what I'd do without you, honestly." The breeze moved my bangs a little, and we continued our little stroll. The coffee was great, and being with him made me feel a lot better. We found a tree to sit under, away from people and enough change of scenery to satisfy both of us. The shade was perfect and a few leaves fell from above, not crunchy yet but they'd get there. I immediately lit a cigarette, inhaling and exhaling the smoke. The first cigarette after work was always the best, especially with a coffee.