A/N: THIS IS YOUR WARNING FOR SPOILERS CH 110 OF THE MANGA. ALSO VIOLENCE. Also thank you to everyone that has reviewed so far, it makes me sooo happy to see your feedback. I hope you guys don't hate me too much after this chapter. Please let me know what you think, reviews are like air and I need them to live. Also OMG FANART HAS BEEN DRAWN OF THIS STORY AND I WILL LOVE ANYONE FOREVER IF THEY DO THAT FOR ME. If you would like to see the the arts for each chapter I will link it on my profile... when I post the last chapter because I don't want to give the ending away. So tomorrow. Links for arts will be on my profile. Tomorrow.

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Don't Forget Me, In The Darkness

"MAKAAAAAAAAA!" He heard himself scream as her grip on him loosened and his weapon form clattered to the ground. His chest constricted and he fought to keep himself from getting sick as he transformed back, catching her bloodied body as the kishin threw her down like she was the smallest of annoyances. This wasn't supposed to happen! He gripped her tightly, supporting her with one arm and desperately trying to put pressure on the large wound in her chest with the other. The sounds of her struggling for air made his eyes sting. She took short, shallow, gasping breaths. Her blood was everywhere, all over her, all over the ground, all over him.

"Maka." He said again, his voice soft and broken with desperation. That couldn't be his voice; that was some stranger's voice just like this couldn't be his meister clinging limply to what little life she had left. She looked up at him sadly and a strangled sob escaped his mouth. Those weren't Maka's eyes, her eyes were brighter than this, her eyes sparkled more, this wasn't happening. His hand on her chest relaxed and he argued with it to keep going so she could make it, but his body told him there was no use. Instead, it wrapped around her, joining his other and pulling her up closer to him.

"Soul?" Her choked whisper felt like a dagger in his chest, he dumbly shook his head no. She shouldn't speak right? She had to save her energy. "Soul. I'm. Sorry." His whole body shook with despair and he winced his eyes shut gripping her tighter.

"No. No. Stop. Please Maka." He finally found his voice. She couldn't be saying goodbye. She couldn't because what would he do without her? How could he live without her smile or her laugh or her deep green eyes looking into his? Surely if she died he would too right? No. He was fine, he had failed. It had been his duty to protect her with his life and he failed. He opened his eyes again to see the smallest of smiles on her tired and pained face.

"Don't forget me." She softly tried to laugh but she was unable to get enough air and it came out as a shaky murmur. His face felt wet and his heart broke a little more with every hard thud against his ribcage.

"Stupid. I couldn't forget you Maka, I lo-" His words were cut short by her eyes growing dull and her upper body lulling back lifelessly. He blinked a few times before his mind reeled with the information that she was no longer breathing, that her damaged heart was steady in her chest. He took several deep hyperventilating breaths before he broke down completely.

"Maka? Maka?! Maka!" He shook her gently but he knew his efforts were futile. He pulled her body to his chest and sobbed, the intensity of it forcing him to rock back and forth cradling her pathetically to him. She was gone. He was alone. He searched for the familiar feel of her wavelength but only found his, cold and empty. Empty. That's what he was now. Nothing else mattered anymore. She was the only important thing in his life and now there was nothing.

He felt something crack in his soul and a familiar cold oozing sensation started filling him. His sobs grew quiet and he wiped a bit of blood off her cheek, swiped away a few stray hairs from her face, gently laid her on the ground, and kissed her forehead, giving her the last bit of love he could. As he arose, his cries transformed into giggles, into laughs, into hysterics. In his soul he smiled, sitting at his piano as the black blood poured into his soul from the ceiling like water in a sinking ship.