A/N: Well I haven't been doing so great lately and so I wrote something depressing. This is something that I based off of one of my favorite songs Arms by Christina Perri. This song means a lot to me so I wanted to write a bit on it . . . So yeah. Please read and enjoy.

I don't own Soul Eater.

Why me?

This thought kept running through Kim's head as she sat in the hospital hall. Her face was buried in her hands and she was suppressing her tears. Starting yesterday evening everything had gone wrong . . . Her world, her light and her love was hospitalized with severe wounds. Jacqueline her loyal weapon partner had been attacked while she had been out buying a present for Kim for their anniversary. Kim remembered Jackie's face as she had first told Kim that she was going to be buying a present for her.

"Our anniversary is so soon! Just you wait, Kim! I'm going to buy you the best present you could hope for~!"

She had said, a happy gleam in her warm brown eyes. Kim had laughed and not taken her seriously. But now? Now her girlfriend was injured so badly. Kim had been sitting in her living room when she had heard a loud commotion going on outside. She had ignored it until someone screamed for help . . .

"HELP ME! Someone please!" Someone screamed. Kim jumped up and slammed her door open, running out of their apartment and onto the road. Jackie lay on the pavement, in the middle of the road, blood was everywhere. A man and woman stood above her girlfriend, knives in hand. They were killing her beloved . . .!

Kim had screamed at the top of her lungs and charged the people without any consideration for her own health. She had punched, kicked and fought as hard as she could. All the while her Jackie was lying on the cold road, losing more and more blood. She had been cut with one of the knives multiple times on her legs, arms and once on her neck. Until finally some bystander called 911 and had saved them.

An ambulance came and took her girlfriend away. She had begged to come with them in the car but they had refused, ordering her to get rest. The vehicle had zoomed away and Kim collapsed onto the ground, her arm outstretched. Salty tears came down her cheeks and she had curled into a ball, crying.

"Kim Diehl?" The doctor's voice snapped her out of her terrible memory. She shot straight up and ran to him, ignoring the pain in her legs from her wounds that she had not bothered to patch up. The doctor eyed her cuts but didn't question her. She had already refused his help.

"Yes doctor? Please tell me she's okay!"

"Y-You may see her if you'd like," The doctor opened the door for her. Kim glanced at him once more before cautiously entering the room. Antiseptic and other disgustingly nauseating scents entered her nose. She looked at her lovely girlfriend, beat up and bandaged, lying on the hospital bed. Kim clenched her fists and took a few deep breaths.

"P-Please . . . Leave us alone . . ." She whispered. The doctor gave her a sad look as he slowly shut the door with a 'click'.

"Jackie? Please wake up . . . Look at me, love." Kim said stroking her pale cheeks softly. Jackie opened her eyes slowly, the gorgeous brown eyes were dull.

"Kim? You're here . . ." She whispered, coughing harshly afterwards. The sound of her beloved coughing made Kim flinch.

"O-Of course I am." She leaned forwards and touched their foreheads together. "I've been here almost the whole time."

"Kim . . . I-I don't think that-"

"Shhh . . . It's okay, don't talk. Just save your energy."

Jackie shook her head. "No, you don't talk-cough-Just listen to me, okay?" Her voice went a bit hoarse after her words. Kim nodded her head, not having the heart to deny her. "Kim I don't want you to be sad. You mean the world to me and I just wanted your happiness this whole time so . . . When you go home and I- When you go home look in my dresser and . . . " She paused to catch her breath. "You're present will be there . . . I hope you like it."

Kim's eyes widened. "N-No, don't talk like you're going to-" She stopped talking when she couldn't hear Jackie's breathing anymore. "Jackie?" No answer. "Jackie?!" Those luscious red lips uttered no words.

Kim's green eyes widened and she realized . . . Her beloved had died. Jacqueline, the woman she had wanted to spend the rest of her life with was . . . Dead. The lantern that had accepted her witch heritage and made her feel as comfortable as possible in the Shibusen. Jackie, the girl who had showed her love through so many different ways . . . Even her scoldings had been full of love and tenderness.

Everything went silent except for the ticking of a clock. "JACKIE!" Kim screamed, hugging her weapon. She began to cry. Large droplets of water dampening the blankets on Jackie. The doctor came inside and immediately was at her side.

"Miss Diehl? What's the matter?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me! Why couldn't you save her!" She screamed, slapping his hand away from her. "I couldn't even tell her I loved her one last time!" She broke down, her entire body shaking with sobs. People from the halls could hear her, some even poked their heads in the room to see what was happening.

Everything that happened next was like a nightmare. She remembered clinging to Jackie until the doctor told her that she needed to go home. But anyone who tried to get near her she lashed out at. Even her friends. Eventually they had to subdue her and get Maka to drive her home, tears and all. Life had lost all colour as soon as Jackie had let out her last breath . . .

**After the funeral**

Kim stood by the mound of dirt that showed where Jackie had been buried. Everyone whispered to each other, most likely trying to figure out who would dare utter their condolences first. Kim took a white rose and fell to her knees by the freshly turned soil. She held the white rose up and kissed the petals tenderly.

"Jackie." She said, not caring who heard her. "Please forgive me . . . I should have been better for you. I tried I really did . . . I wasn't even able to tell you how much I loved you one last time . . . But here." She placed the rose delicately on the dirt. "I . . . Love you." Her heart ached awfully inside her chest. She got up and touched the gravestone sadly, her fingertips falling off of the gray stone. "Goodbye . . ." She said her tears trickling down her cheeks and falling to the ground.

Nobody said anything to her. No condolences. After her mini speech they left her alone, not daring to say anything.

Weeks later Kim was grieving even worse than she had at the funeral. Light never entered through her curtains, she stopped dressing in colours, she stopped eating healthily, she even stopped going to school.

She stayed at home and cried until she felt like dying and then she would fall asleep only to wake up again, feeling the other side of her bed for her deceased lover. She missed Jacqueline's heat, her kisses, her hugs and her love. She missed making love to her and hearing her sighs of pleasure. She missed everything . . .

Kim lay on her bed, face down. Her heart was aching. Today was one of the more painful days. Eventually she couldn't stand it anymore, thoughts about Jacqueline kept running through her head. Her smile, her laugh. Every precious moment they had spent together was painfully resurfacing.

Kim got up and trudged unsteadily to the kitchen, opening a cupboard and taking out a knife. She leaned against the fridge and held the knife above her wrist, preparing to slash at her smooth skin. She gritted her teeth and brought the knife down to touch her skin. Closing her eyes she tried to slice herself open. But she could not. She slid to the floor and sat there, crying once more. The knife lay to the side, cold steel gleaming evilly. It looked exactly like one of the knives that had murdered her beloved.

"Jackie . . ." She whispered, falling to the floor and sobbing her heart out. All her depression hit her at once like an ocean of guilt and sorrow. Her world was dark, void of colour and happiness. Why cut when she could kill? She picked up the knife and held it to her throat and then . . .

It felt as though a pair of warm arms embraced her from behind, heat emanating from them, they were so comforting. Jacqueline's scent filled her nose. She breathed in deeply, she had missed that wonderful scent. "Kim, stop please." Jacqueline's voice whispered in her ear. Kim looked over her shoulder and she was met by two brown eyes.

"J-Jackie?" She breathed. Jackie hugged her tighter and closed her eyes.

"It's me." She said. Kim didn't know what to say. She had no idea what was going on.

"What-How . . . Why are you . . . You died though!" Kim broke free from the embrace and stood up on shaky legs. Jackie smiled and stood up as well, it was only then when Kim could see that her 'body' was actually slightly translucent.

"Yes, I am dead Kim. I was given permission from God to come back for a few moments." She went over and kissed Kim's cheek gently. Kim closed her eyes and then hugged her dead lover around the waist.

"Please don't leave me again!" Kim begged. Jackie smiled and embraced her with all the love and warmth possible.

"I will have to eventually . . . But not before telling you a few things." Jackie said, looking into Kim's eyes. Kim looked so confused. Then the lantern leaned forwards and kissed her lips so tenderly. Kim sighed and practically melted. She could feel Jackie's love for her through her kiss.

"Kim, be happy. Don't isolate yourself. Even though I'm dead that doesn't mean everything is over . . . You will see me again in the future, I promise. Find another weapon, spend time with friends. Even find another girlfriend if you have to. Do whatever it takes to make you truly happy. But please, do not hurt yourself." She referred to the knife. "Kim, just know that my love for you runs deeper than the bounds of death. We will see each other again. But until that happens, life a good life."

Kim nodded her head. "I'm sorry . . ." She whispered.

"I trust you to make good decisions so please, do what you know is right. And, open the gift I got you." Jacqueline let go of Kim and stepped back. Kim's eyes widened again when she saw her girlfriend was getting more and more translucent, small glimmers of light began to float around her. "I love you. Always remember that."

The lantern then faded away, leaving the witch alone once again. Kim picked up the knife and put it away. She walked over to the Jacqueline's dresser and slid the first drawer open. Her now deceased girlfriend's clothes brought so many memories. She picked up a small package and opened it. She gasped when she saw a necklace. The small silver heart locket had a small engraving on it that read:

I will always love you

And when she opened it the picture inside was of them, kissing under the sakura trees, cherry blossoms raining down. Kim smiled and put the locket on. Suddenly, her world seemed a whole lot brighter.

The End

A/N: Well there! I hope that this piece of work made you slightly happy? I know it was pretty bad quality so I'm sorry about that T.T Please read and review! I love to hear your feedback~ *Hearts*