I don't own Soul Eater or When You're Gone. They belong to their respective owners.

P.s. Vic is Desmond's dad.

The four stood over the couch where Desmond laid, still unconscious. "What happened?" Soul asked looking at the girl.

"I opened the blinds in the room that we were in and there was writing in the dust on the window and it really freaked her out," Rain explained. Spirit jumped up and ran up the stairs to see what the window said. Desmond started to stir and woke up silently without anyone noticing.

"What did it say?" Soul asked quietly.

"It said 'I'm still here. Love you Demi.'" Desmond answered.

The three looked at Desmond. She sat up and tucked her knees into her chest and held them tightly. Spirit came bolting down the stairs. Him and Desmond looked at each other leaving silence to be filled.

"Maybe you three should go into the back yard," she said leaving her eyes on Spirit, who looked furious, but pale like he saw a ghost.

"But-" Maka started.

"Just go," Spirit said sternly. The three walked out of the room and followed Maka to the back yard.

"What did you do?" he asked her when he was sure they were outside.

"I didn't do anything. Do you think I'd be like this if I wrote that on the window?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Spirit sat down next to Desmond, but didn't say anything. Then he heard the three words he never thought he'd hear from her. "What do I do?" she asked, fear in her voice. "I mean, he's dead. We had a funeral for him and everything. Catherine is in New York, so she didn't write it, I know I didn't write it, and you obviously didn't write it, so that only leaves dad."

"Well, maybe-"

"No maybes!" Desmond cut Spirit off. "Four people knew he finished everything with 'Love you Demi' and I just listed them off! …I'm so confused…" Desmond could feel Spirit trembling and looked at him. "Why are you mad?" she asked.

"I wanted to take you here to bring back happy memories and cheer you up but instead I just made things worse. Maybe I should have listened to Shinigami-sama and took you to get ice cream or something," he hung his head in defeat.

"Maka, where are we?" Soul asked.

"This is where Desmond grew up. Up until she was nine she lived here," Maka said looking at the swing set, seeing the picture from when they were kids in her head (the picture from chapter two).

Maka ran to the swing set happily, her pink dress being blown about by the wind. She sat down on a swing and watched for her friend. Desmond took off her flip-flops and sat down on the swing next to Maka. "So when does Uncle Vic leave?" Maka asked.

"Tomorrow, but it's okay because he'll be home in a few days and Uncle Spirit will be watching me. You'll come over too right?" she asked.

"Of course! You're my best friend!" Maka chirped and held out her hand. Desmond took it and agreed. Then Maka saw her mom. "Mama! Mama!" she called.

Desmond's smile faded when Maka called out to her mom. She missed her mom, and what's worse is she doesn't even know why she doesn't see her mom anymore.

"How cute! Let me take a picture of this!" Maka's mom said kneeling down to take the picture. "Smile Desmond!"

CLICK!

Maka walked over to the swing she sat in many years ago and sat down in it. "It sure does bring back memories. Maybe that's why Desmond passed out. It was too overwhelming for her…" Maka said quietly looking out to the back yard, seeing the white picket fence they hopped so many times to get the ball they had just kicked over, the giant tree with a wooden tree house sitting in it's branches, painted green to blend in with the leaves. Memories from the tree house were unfortunately the strongest. Maka recalled times where Desmond would just disappear into there, and no one was able to find her for hours. Especially that one time… Maka thought

Maka was in the car with her mom when her phone rang. "Hello?" she asked as she flipped open the black device. "What?" she asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm on my way now. Does she know? Well I'm not going to tell her, you're her 'Uncle Spirit' after all. Spirit, you're also her godfather. This is your job…Yeah, give her a call." Maka looked at her mom as she sighed.

"What's the matter Mama?" she asked innocently.

"I'll tell you later Maka."

Twenty minutes later the car pulled into the driveway of the white house and Maka ran in as usual, only to find no one. Desmond wasn't waiting for her in the living room like she had any other time Maka had come over. "Desmond!" she called. No answer. "Dee!" she tried again. She was replied with no answer once again.

Kami walked out to the backyard with Maka following close behind her. Once in the backyard, the sound of sobs could be heard from the tree house. Maka stopped walking. "Mama, why is Dee crying?" she asked worriedly. Kami looked at her daughter and knelt down so they were eye level. "Maka, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but your Uncle Vic was in a car accident on the way home from his trip. He's in the hospital," she explained.

"But he'll be okay right?" Maka asked. "Everyone comes out of the hospital okay, right?"

Kami sighed. "I don't know sweetie, I just don't know. If you can, just try to be strong for her like she has for you before," she hugged her daughter then went to go comfort her soon to be foster daughter.

Kami climbed up into the tree to see Desmond curled up into a ball on the floor, holding a blanket and a picture of her dad that used to sit on her night table. She was crying and with every sob her entire body shook.

"Dee?" Kami asked as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you come down and sit with me and Maka?" she asked.

Desmond nodded and climbed down with Kami and spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch sobbing while Kami hugged her and Maka watched, not believing that the girl she saw before her was the strong girl that always kept Maka's hopes up when her parents fought.

"We'll figure something out," Spirit told Desmond as he pulled her close to comfort her the way Kami did six years ago.

After a few moments of silence, Desmond got up and walked upstairs to her old room. She opened the door and looked around the room. She got it after her parents got divorced. Everyone said it was a large room for a seven year old and she agreed, but she didn't care. The walls were cranberry red and every piece of furniture was Ciena brown.

Desmond opened the door and her dad took his hands off her eyes to reveal the newly painted room. She let out a small gasp. "I love it! Thank you daddy!" the seven-year-old Desmond cheered as she hugged her father's legs tightly. She ran over to her bed and flopped down giggling. "It's huge!" she said.

"I know it is, but you'll grow into it," he said as he walked over to her bed. He kissed her forehead. "I'm gonna go make dinner. Love you Demi." Then he walked out of the room, closing the door to let his daughter get used to the change.

Desmond walked in and picked up the picture of her and her father from her nightstand. "I always did feel most comfortable crying around you dad," she said quietly as she walked out of the room, picture in hand and closed the door behind her. Then she walked two doors over to her father's room, and walked in once again. Spirit had closed the blinds for the window with the message on it to spare her if she walked back into the room. She then looked at his bed. It was still made up, just like the day he left. She never touched his room if she wasn't asked to do something. But this time was different. She sat down on the neatly made bed, causing dust to fly everywhere, and began to cry, letting tears fall onto the picture, then rubbing them off. "Are you really still out there somewhere?"

I always needed time on my own.
I never thought I'd need you there when I cried.
And the days feel like years when I'm alone.
And the bed where you lie, it's made up on your side…

I know this story started out kinda light hearted, and this chapter and the last got kinda intense… Sorry. Reviews are appreciated.