Hey, I am Deathstarling556 I am AliceOfMurderland16's friend. I would LOVE to thank her for writing this story for me! 3 I kind of hacked into her account at school and added this little part. She knows so don't worry! =D Have fun reading!

You don't want me, no
You don't need me
Like I want you, oh
Like I need you

And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life

Death the Kid is really the perfect boy.

He doesn't know how much I love him. But I know Liz is his one and only. That's why my feelings must never be known. I mean, Liz is my best friend. I can't hurt her like that.

"Hey, Emma, are you okay?" I heard my cousin Maka call to me as I sat on the windowsill.

"Oh, yeah, of course I'm okay…"

"You sure?" Soul said, challenging my intent as always.

"I'm fine. I'm going to take a walk…"

"Are you sure? It's raining."

"Yeah, I'll come back if it starts storming…"

I lied.

You can't see me, no
Like I see you
I can't have you, no
Like you have me.

And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life…

I sat on a bench in the park. No one could help me from this pathetic state. Not even my weapon, Matthew. How lost could I possibly feel? I am a cowardly creature, and it was time to end my existance. I reached into my pocket and found my little razor.

"Emma..."

That voice.

I know that voice...

He's here.

"Oh, Kid, it's you. Why are you here?"

"I've heard you've been really upset lately. Have you?"

"Leave, Kid. You shouldn't be here."

No. He wasn't here. He couldn't be.

Not now...

You can't feel me, no
Like I feel you
I can't steal you, no
Like you stole me

And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life

*Kid's P.O.V.*

Why didn't she tell me anything?

I could've helped her if she'd just let me. But yet, she kept everything to herself.

"Kid, are you alright? Emma's funeral is today... Don't you want to go?" I shook my head.
"Maka told me something about Emma. Did she really love me?"

"She did. Even I could tell you that. But she couldn't tell you. She wanted to protect you. Both of us. Let's go..." She took my hand and pulled me to the Funeral.

She was no longer here. That I could tell. Her body was still here, but she wasn't. I if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was a doll.

After the funeral, something pulled me back to where her coffin was.

Did I love her, too?

Either way, I looked at her one more time, and planted a small kiss on her lips.

Goodbye, Emma...