Soul changed. Soul changed when Death The Kid left us. When he died.

Soul fell into depression.

His head band-gone.

His sweatshirt- Kid's favorite-gone.

The excited glint in his deep red eyes-gone.

And most of all, his shark-like toothy grin that everyone loves-gone.

Our resonance never works. His soul has changed. He can't help it. Things have left scars.

Soul won't eat-unless forced to.

Won't drink-unless forced.

Won't talk-unless he must.

He just stays locked up in his room.

He says it's all his fault. That he should've been there to push his boyfriend out of the way.

He's way wrong.

We all tell him no one's to blame.

But he denies and walks back over to his dark room.

I miss him. I want him back. I need the Soul I once knew.

I don't think this is my best work, but I MIGHT try making this into an actual story. Reviews + criticism is welcomed/appreciated!