A/N: After ages of focusing more on SB, inspiration suddenly struck tonight. I might warn, though, it's sad so read at your own risk.

Summary: The hardest part was accepting it.


"You need to move on."

Liz sat next to him on the cliff he had found. He liked it there, mostly because people didn't usually come to bother him. It seemed like he needed to find a new place.

"I don't want to."

He was being childish and he knew it, but he didn't care.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, I stated a fact. You need to, Soul." He felt the desperation on her voice and felt guilt crawling up his spine. How long has it been since he talked with his friends? How long has it been since he started wandering around Death City? He knew the answer to his question, but still was unable to tell how many days had passed.

"Soul." Her hand on his shoulder startled him, and he begrudgingly turned to face her. "You cannot let this take you down. I know is hard. I do know it. But you have to heal."

"I just need time." He grunted, forcing his head back towards the sky.

"You were given time. We had given you more than enough time. But we are not going to lay back and just watch you die with her."

Wouldn't it be easier that way? After all he had only been a weapon, and he couldn't function without his wielder. She had been his purpose. His light. She had guided him, assuring him that he deserved better. He obviously didn't.

Soul didn't realize he had said that out loud until he felt the force of Liz's punch in the face. On others circumstances he would have made a note of trying to avoid being hit by her again, now he just let her grab him by the collar of his t-shirt and make him face her.

"Don't you dare." She practically spat. "You said she guided you, right? Are you gonna throw all her effort away? Are you gonna let all she did be forgotten? Really?"

"You are not helping, Liz." He wriggled out and got up, ready to leave. It truly wasn't helping, and all he needed was to get away. He hadn't felt like this since before arriving to Death City, and even then it had been better. He haven't had to live with the constant pain of her absence.

"You have to accept she's dead." Came Liz's voice from behind him, obviously not ready to leave the topic yet.

"A bit hard when I still leave in our apartment." And in the same building. And in the same street. And in the same city. Her ghost seemed to be everywhere, a constant reminder of his pain.

"Knowing it doesn't mean accepting it."