This was his favorite song on his favorite album by his favorite artist. She was sure she could sing every line and mimic every beat of every instrument in it. After all, she'd had it on repeat for at least a day. She could hear Patti singing softly along with it as they lay together on her bed. Every once in awhile, Kidd would join them but the death god was preferring to moron alone. But Liz and Patti did everything together, plus Liz couldn't leave Patti alone right now.
Two days ago was the last time she saw Soul alive and he seemed fine. He had drug her off to the record store to look at new releases, something they did every Thursday. She could still remember the way his eyes lit up when he came across a rather rare record but sadly he couldn't afford it. Later that day, she returned and bought it, planning on giving it to him for his birthday, which was coming soon.
He always bought her things. Things like the necklace she was wearing or the record that was playing.
"Please Liz, you gotta listen to it." He got this goofy grin on his face, "It's my favorite." She snorted and shoved Soul away, causing him to fall. She saw that look cross his face, the one he got when he was about to do something cunning. Then, with scary ease, he looked at her with wide red eyes. "Puh-leeeease?" She was going to kill Kidd. Kill him sooo hard.
"Alright, fine. Stop looking at me like that." She rolled her eyes as she put the record in the player.
"You know you think I'm cute."
"Yeah, cute like a shark."
And the one time she bought him something, the one damn time, she can't give it to him. She slowly turned her head to look at it, still in its wrapper on her dresser. She sighed and rolled over to pull Patti closer to her. The younger sister looked up and softly asked why he had done it, why he killed himself. Did she not hug him often enough?
Liz's voice caught in her throat, "Maka said.." She took a shaky breath, "She said the black blood finally got to him. He couldn't handle it anymore." A slightly scarred hand made its way over Patti's hair, "He loved you, ya know. He always doted on you."
"I miss him."
"I do too." Liz sat up a bit, "We need to get ready, the funeral is in a few hours." She stands up and tucks the record under her arm. She can still give it to him. There's room in that casket, right?
I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
AN: We put my mom's fishing pole in her casket. She loved to fish.
