When You're Gone

Summary: Three years has past since Soul was killed. His meister, Maka, still grieves the loss of her partner and the man she loved the most. Loneliness is slowly eating her away, destroying the person she once was. Can she save herself or will she fade as well?

Chapter One

(Maka's POV)

Devastated can't even describe how I felt.

A tear slipped down my cheeks as I stared at his picture. The picture alone brought back so many memories – some that I wish I'd forget.

His smiling face staring back at me, crimson orbs filled with oceans of happiness. The light blush I sported on my pale skin as a sweet smile plagued my lips, our fingers intertwined together – his large hand engulfed my tiny one in its grip.

Handsome was all I could ever call him as his frame was decorated with tanned muscles, a prominent jawline and shark teeth that fit him. I still remember the day we took that picture like it was yesterday.

Instead, it was three years ago.

A quiet sob echoed throughout my hollow rib-cage as I took a swing of whiskey. Its brown liquid went down with a wicked burn, growing stronger with each sip I swallowed. A gasp I breathed as I felt my demons search for something to put me in a permanent checkmate – finding what they needed as they watched me suffer.

The sound of a gun going off rang throughout my ears, I held my eyes closed and covered my ears, trying to block it out. But it grew louder as I was forced to watch as the love of my life died before my eyes – protecting me for what would be his last time.

His body hovered over me, his shadow engulfing me whole as blood poured out from his chest as weak smile he gave me as he collapsed on top of me. My screams weren't loud enough as I dug my blade into the person who shot Soul. But even his death couldn't bring him back as I continuously stabbed him.

One swing turned into two.

Then two turned into three.

Three turned into a whole bottle.

And a whole bottle turned into another.

I wonder when will my kidneys fail from all the liquor I've been drowning myself in.

Drunk I finally became as I withered away in my emotions. Everything suddenly felt hot. My skin, the room around me, everything.

The temperature rising to scorching as I tugged at the clothes on my body as sobs floating in the air. "Soul!"

My shirt came off with a loud tear, the fabric freeing my flushed skin from its layered protection – insanity nipping at what was left of my sanity as it was barely being held at bay.

Soft, pained hiccups left my lips, tears strolling down my cheeks faster and faster than ever before. Beads of sweat gathered at my forehead and trickled down my skin, my lungs burned – it was hard to breathe.

I fell onto my back, rolling around as my mind spun out of control.

The room was going round, my head pounded as I could feel the hangover that was soon to come my way.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

My body was boiling with a fever. All I craved for was sleep.

Eyes heavy with a droopiness that always came with the drinking, hoping for a miracle to come around and happen. But, disappointment and heartache was all I was met with every time.

"Soul, why? Why did they take you away from me? Why did you have to die?" I whispered before drifting into a deep sleep flooded with nightmares.

Wishing for something that would never happen.