A/N: I Don't own Soul Eater or any of the characters. This is my first fanfic so please regard me kindly…Anyways, enjoy and don't forget to review and critique:)

Sometimes, changes come… "Soul?" Even when you don't want them to… *Sob* "Can you hear me?"

Maka?

"S-soul… *Sob* Wake up… Please…"

Your voice! It sounds so…so helpless…

"If you wake up… I swear, I-I'll muster up the courage to tell you my feelings… and everything else too Soul! So… Wake up… Or-Or…"

Maka, I am up! Can you hear me? It's getting cold… I'm getting sleepy… Good night…Maka…

Chapter 1

Changes, for better or for worse?

Tsubaki shot out from her seat when I walked into my apartment. The lights were out, but I didn't care. My friends were probably going to pop-out when she turned on the lights, but I didn't care. "It's all my fault…" That's all that ran through my head ever since the "Accident". I'm the reason Soul's practically dead… Why am I still living with these people smiling for me-even waiting for me! Guh, I make myself sick.

"Um, Maka? Have you visited soul in the hospital lately?" Tsubaki asked nervously.

I hid my face and simply said "No." It's true, I really hadn't, I don't deserve to.

"Ah… I see…" she said, looking bothered. "You know it's not your fault, Maka." She said, Clearly irritated.

"Yes it is…" I mutter, loud so she can hear.

"No it's not! How were you suppose to know there were 15 powerful witches? How where you supposed to know one had the power to tear people from the inside out? Maka! No one can see the future! Look at you! You're a mess! Your just skin and bones! More so than your were before! You're a sickly pale, you have monsterous bags, have you slept!" Tsubaki yelled, crying her heart out. " Your on suicide watch, your supposed to see a therspist…" She cried for a few more minutes, then Whispered " Maka… I'm worried about you…"

I hadn't noticed but, I was crying too… "I-" I tried to say something but it wouldn't come out. Finally, I managed to say " I-I'm sorry and I-I'm… Worried too!" My knees got week and my body started violently with sobs, I've bottled everything everthing up for months… I was letting everything out now… "B-but I'm not worried for me, I'm worried for-for soul!" I cry harder, though I didn't think it was possible.

"Don't be." A familiar husky voice said.

My eyes widened but the tears didn't stop. Then a big, familiar, elegant pianist hand placed itself on my right shoulder. I spun around and screamed "SOUL!" My sad tears turned to happy tears and I jumped on him with my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs hooked around his waist. I held him tight, savoring his smell, his touch, his sounds, his warmth and heartbeat. My heart burst when he held me back. We-Soul and I-the awesomest tag team partners, were back together at last! But at what costs? Would there be changes? Would they be for the better, or for worse?