Maka felt as if she had died with Soul. She remembers the look her partner had when he took that bullet for her. It was the look of pain and love. She remembers still screaming his name, until he couldn't hear her anymore. It had been raining hard that day. She can still feel the rain pounding on her back as she craddled Soul's head. She sat in that postion for hours. She relives this moment every day now. When she arrived home that day, she kept thinking that Soul was just out with Black Star,and that he was just running late. She waited by the door for his return. She waited for that crooked smile to tell her how much she meant to him. But as much as she waited, he never came. Now, Soul layed peacefully in a wooden coffin. He was wearing that black and red pin-stripped suit. Maka felt the salty tears slide down on her cheeks. It should be her laying in there. It was all Maka's fault. Maka started to walk to the first aisle were she would be seated for the cermony. She sat there through all the speeches. She even tried to give one herself, but she never finished it because she broke down in the end. The minute the speeches finished, Maka made her way to say the final goodbye.'' I love you Soul. Don't ever forget it.'' She then leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his now cold lips. They then closed the casket and took it outside. The guests all went out too. Maka never imagined herself attending Soul's funeral. So when they started to lower Soul's coffin, Maka felt herself on the floor crying her heart out. She didn't care who saw her,or what people were saying. The idea of Soul never waking up was just horrible. Maka never had felt so much pain. She watched as the grave diggers threw the soil over Soul's coffin. Maka quickley threw a red rose inside. She watched as the dirt started to slowley pile up on that wooden coffin... Soul Eater Evans woke up from the strangest dream. He dreamt that he attended his own funeral, but in Maka's postion. Soul felt a tear roll down to his chin. The thought of Maka just hurt. It had been over two years since she took that bullet for him. He always has the same wierd dream on the aniversary of Maka's death ever since. Soul quietley walked towards his stereo system. A haunting chours filled the room's silent cracks. -''You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home. And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me, for all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me...''