I looked up at him. My eyes filled with tears.

"Don't leave me Soul.

Im so sorry.

I'll do anything to keep you here. I didn't mean any of that."

"Kid, it's over.
I'm done" he said, slamming the door.

I fall to the ground, swearing under my breath. Tears fall steadily and sobs leave me in heavy coughs. I grip Soul's shirt that he left on the couch and hug it close, breathing in his sweet scent.

Slowly, I get to my feet and shuffle to my room in a daze. I close my door softly and walk to the bed. My eyes close on their own and I reencounter the day.

I kissed my amazing boyfriend lightly on the lips. I felt him grin as our lips touched and he pulled me close. I snuggled into him and sighed. His shirtless torso felt warm against my cool skin.

I look at his scar and frown. "What's wrong Kid?" he asked his voice full of concern. "The scar… It's so… Asymmetrical," I responded and looked up at him. "And you hair" I mumbled. He glared down at me. "Kid, do you have to ruin it? I just want to have a peaceful moment with you," he said, annoyance clear in his voice. I disregarded it and continued my rant. "But Soul, would it be so hard to just, make your hair a bit more symmetrical?" I asked, messing it up.

He smacked my hands away and pushed me off his lap. "Dammit Kid, will you get over it already? We go through this at least once a week! I'm getting sick of it!" he groaned, pulling his pants over his boxers. "Soul I'm sorry… You know how I get! I can't help it!" I cried as he walked toward the door. He looked over his shoulder, a tear in his eye and anger on his face. "Kid, I can't take it anymore. I need some space. I don't want to change and that's what you want." he opened the door, "I'm sorry Kid"

I open my eyes and I gasp, hoping it was all just a dream. Sadly, I'm sat on my bed, in only my boxers, clutching the shirt of my first and only love. I sobbed again, and threw it to the ground. Liz and Patty weren't home and I screamed out in pain and sadness.

I run into the bathroom and slam the door. There is a razor in here. I know exactly where I hid it. I used it once before. When I first fell for Soul and believed he would never love me.

I pulled out the blade. It still had a bit of blood on it. I cleaned it off and help it to my wrist. "I love you Soul" I whispered and dragged the blade across my wrist and blood seeped out of the wound. Tears mixed with blood and I dropped the sharp object. The salty tears stung but I ignored it. All I wanted was my Soul. That little pain in the ass really was my Soul. And he took my heart with him when he left me.