Gone, she's gone and Soul felt all the broken pieces of his heart break again. He had wanted to say good-bye to her but she was happy without him.

Soul was in the crowd, watching Maka say her farewells to the most important people in her life. He watched Maka and Tsubaki hug each other, he witness Maka telling her papa that she loves him, and he watched her come back to say goodbye once more. Even though he shouldn't be selfish, Soul wish that he was the one being hugged by Maka, the one being told "I love you", and the one she would come back to. But he messed up and he couldn't deny that.

Soul watched Spirit and Tsubaki stay in the same spot, neither talking to one another. It seemed awkward for a second. Soul didn't know if he should walk away or stay. He didn't want Tsubaki or Spirit to know he was here. Seriously, Spirit would tear his head off and Tsubaki would make him feel guilty as hell. Soul put his hands in his pocket and thought about her.

He watched someone he was still madly in love with walk away from his life. She wasn't going to be in town anymore, hell she wasn't going to be in the state. But it was for the best.

If Maka and Soul had continued their relationship, this long-distance between them would have demolished them. It was a huge step for Soul, to love someone he couldn't see when he wanted to. Somebody he couldn't hold when she felt blue, somebody who would experience the high points of her life without him. He kept on telling himself that he loved her enough that he had to say goodbye. But watching her leave, he couldn't explain it.

A child bumped into Soul, making him come back to reality. He must have stayed in the same spot for a while because Spirit and Tsubaki were gone. Guess it was a good thing the kid bumped into him. If Soul continued to think of Maka everywhere he went, he wouldn't know where he would be.

Soul yawned. It was too early in the morning for him but he had to see her. What happen at graduation was unforgettable. She was so close to him. Eye distance even but she just walked away. He guessed that he hoped she would see him. If she saw him, that would have been the end for them, a neutral closure in general.

Soul pulled out his phone, checking the time. It was barely hitting 9 o'clock. She would be the one to make Soul wake up this early. Only her… Soul smirked. Why did an amazing girl like her have to be so special to him? When Soul had asked her out, he didn't expect all of these feelings to appear. Damn, if he knew that it was going to end this way, maybe he wouldn't had asked her out. Or maybe he would have done it all over again.

But his insecurities got the best of him. Soul wants, no, needs Maka in his life but what if she didn't need him? Soul would die inside if she didn't need him. Then again, he would have died inside either way. Soul guessed that this is what made him scared. Maka's departure.

Soul yawned again, he could go on and on about Maka. She deserved the best. Soul just wasn't good enough for her.

Slowly, realizing he had no purpose to stand in the spot he was in at the moment, Soul put his headphones on. He needed something to wake him up and something to distract him. Turning the volume up, Soul erased everyone from his mind. The lyrics of the song filled his head, running through his ear drum and wrapping every problem he had and slowly fix them. His problems started to disappear. He can feel his muscles relaxing and every breath he took were becoming easier to inhale as well as exhale.

He started walking towards the window that overlook all the planes. He wished he knew which plane Maka was on. He wanted to be here and watch the plane that held her go off. He felt like it was the right thing to do.

Soul continued to stare out the window, watching all the planes leave one by one. Each plane would go forward, its nose slowly reaching up towards the sky. He hopes that she would be safe during her trip. She wouldn't have any one to watch over her but that's the way she was, independent.

After all the planes had left, Soul pulled out his phone again. It was only 9:38 AM. She probably left back when it was 9 o'clock but it didn't hurt him to watch, physically. Emotionally, this was maybe the worst way to watch all this. Watching her leave he meant. Maybe he should had walked up to her and embrace her. But this situation was almost identical to the time he saw her in the park. Her sadden face, the way she handle her sadness alone. Soul still cursed himself for not being able to do anything. He was scared and that's what he hated.

Soul exhale deeply. The only difference between those two situations was he knew she was here and she was happy. Damn, he's making himself feel like shit. He should leave before he loses himself. He needs to take control of himself.

And taking control of himself was a failure.

His brain was completely messed up. After leaving the airport, Soul wander off to the park, the same park that he saw Maka crying in. Sitting in the same bench, watching everything around him, Soul didn't know what to think.

He had to stop thinking about her. He was just like everybody else to her. It wasn't even good for him to be this… this wrapped up in her. Soul played around with his iPod, trying to find the right song. Most of the time, he would listen to jazz but today, he felt like Elvis.

Well, since my baby left me… Soul closed his eyes, listening to the lyrics. He lean his head back against the bench, stretching his legs forward. His hands already in his pocket, Soul tapped his foot to the song.

I found a new place to dwell

It's down at the end of lonely street

At heartbreak hotel.

You make me so lonely baby,

I get so lonely

I get so lonely I could die...

Soul shouldn't have picked this song. It was exactly what he was feeling. He did feel lonely without her. Just to know she was here and he was able to get a slight glance of her was okay for him but she's not here anymore. He suddenly felt so lonely that he could die.

Soul opened his eyes again. Maka, Maka, Maka. What made her so special to him? They haven't dated that long but yet, she made an impact on him. For the first time, someone was able to get inside of him without even trying. He felt like he should have built a wall, something to block out everyone and everything. But somehow, she would have climbed over it. He looked up to the sky, trying to clear his mind. Shapes seems to be forming, the blue of the sky mixing with the white of the cloud. He stared at one of them as it swirled into some kind of heart. Great, just what he wanted to see. Soul looked back at the park.

Hey now, if your baby leaves you

And you got a tale to tell

Just take a walk down lonely street

To heartbreak hotel.

What is Elvis trying to tell me? Soul thought.

"HEY SOUL!" Oh death.

"SOUL!" He knew that voice anywhere.

"HEY! YOUR GREAT GOD IS HERE!" How in the hell is his voice able to pass through the headphones? Soul continued to ignore. Either way, HE was coming to him no matter what.

"SOUL! OBEY YOUR GOD WHO SURROUND YOU WITH HIS WONDERFUL EXISTENCE!"

"Black*Star just shut up!" Soul turned around at the right moment and harshly punched Black*Star under the chin. Of course, Black*Star was thrown into a bush. Okay, maybe Soul shouldn't have done that.

"Ow! Your God did NOT deserve that!" Soul somewhat heard Black*Star trying to shout. Soul took his headphone off and jumped from the bench. Running to the bush, Soul could barely make out his hidden friend.

"Dude, are you okay?" Black*Star tried to get up from the bush but he fell backwards.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK?" That could be anything, especially coming from…"I'M AMAZING SOUL!" Just like that, Black*Star jumped from the bush and landed on top of Soul, giving him a few punches on the side of his arm. Well Soul would rather see a good mood Black*Star than the overly obnoxious Black*Star.

"Ha. Good to hear man." Soul pushed Black*Star off of him and stood up.

"YOU KNOW IT!" Black*Star said as Soul extended his hand towards him to help him up. The two gave a good grip onto one another until the blue hair was able to stand in front of his friend. "THE ALMIGHTY BLACK*STAR HAS NOT BEEN ABLE TO SEE YOU! HOW IT'S GOING?"

"Black*Star, you can talk in a normal voice you know?" Soul put his hands into his pocket and started to slouched. Black*Star patted the dirt off his clothes and looked up to his friend.

"Oh, right!" Black*Star said normally. Sometimes Soul wonder how Black*Star's vocal are not out yet. "Hey! Do you want to play basketball?"

"I haven't played in a while…"

"Well yeah since you dumped Pigtails! I don't know what she did to you but I thought you were a goner. BUT NOW!" Black*Star putted his hands on his hip and shouted out to the sky ,"YOU HAVE THE ALMIGHTY BLACK*STAR! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Her name was Maka, not Pigtails," Soul whispered as he felt himself slouch more," and I was NOT a goner."

"Sure you weren't Soul! It's been like a month! You know you have me to talk to! I mean, my advices are always RIGHT!"

"Yeah right, whatever makes you sleep at night dude. I don't need any advice, just some space."

"SPACE?! You just needed some space?! Soul," Black*Star grabbed Soul's shoulder, making him stare straight into his eyes, "she was just some girl from school. We graduated and hell, there are more pretty ones out there for you. I would give you Tsubaki but she's kind of mine…"

"I think that's a little too far for being supportive but that's cool of you." Soul had to laugh. Tsubaki was into Black*Star more than the blue hair guy thought.

"Ha! Cool man! That would have been awkward!" Both of them started laughing. This is what Soul needed, some guy time. "Hey! One-on-one! You and me! Loser has to give the winner a full meal at one of the diners! You on?!" Black*Star moved his hand forward to Soul. Soul smirked as he shook his friend's hand.

"Bring it on."

"Ba-ha ha!" Black*Star and Soul were currently eating in Diablo's Diner. Soul felt a bit sour as Black*Star continued to laugh.

"Soul! Really?! How can you be THAT BAD?!"

"Shut it Black*Star." Soul picked at his food, that obnoxious laughter of his friend was pissing Soul off. Okay, he didn't expect to be that bad at basketball. He was able to whooped Black*Star's butt not even a month ago. What the fuck happen to him?

"But that last shot! DUDE! That was like a freebie! What the hell happen?! Ha ha! Then again!," Black*Star stood on top of his chair, raising his fist in the air, "I AM THE ALMIGHTY GOD, BLACK*STAR! HA! HA!"

Soul threw an ice cube at Black*Star. Seriously, he was making a scene again for the twentieth time since they arrived at the diner.

"AH! COLD!" Black*Star fell to the floor like he had just been shot. Soul proceeds to throw another one. This time, in Black*Star's face.

"Excuse me?" Black*Star, lying on the floor, and Soul still in his seat both looked at the person speaking. "Are you Soul?"

This was a surprise for him.

"Um, yeah. I am." Soul tried to act cool. The girl had shoulder length light brown hair with blue eyes like the ocean. Her outfit wasn't too different from the rest of the girl, a vintage shirt that had a faded out name of a band and ripped shorts. Soul thought she was pretty but nothing like Maka. The girl hugged her bag.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything but I'm Bec." Black*Star stood up and sat back in his seat as Soul continued to stare at the unknown girl.

"Strange name for a girl," Soul smirked. Bec laughed.

"Ha. I know. Never really enjoyed my first name."

"What's your actual name?" Okay, Soul had no idea who this girl is. Even though she introduced herself, nothing ringed a bell. Maybe it was one of those girls who left notes in his locker back in high school.

"Becca Ann." The girl moved pieces of her hair out of her face. Getting a better look at her, Soul thought she had the fullest lips he has ever seen.

"Well Becca Ann, what brings you here?" Soul felt like he knew what was going to happen. His heart ached a little but he tried to ignore it.

"Umm, you see," Bec started out slowly," I have seen you at school and I know you just broke up with someone but would you… would you like to go to a movie together?" Bec turned her face to the side, trying to hide. Soul didn't know how to respond. Would it be wrong for him to go on a date with another girl when his heart clearly wants Maka? Soul started to blush a little bit.

"A movie? Well I haven't seen one in a while…"

"Soul would LOVE TO!" Black*Star butted in. Soul didn't move. He was going to ask for some time to think about it but damn Black*Star. Bec looked back at Soul, smiling.

"Would you really?" Soul tried to pick himself together and act cool.

"Yeah. Sure." Soul didn't know what to say. He felt so wrong but going to the movie doesn't necessarily make them boyfriend and girlfriend. Bec pulled out a piece of paper from her bag and a pen.

"Here's my number. I'm free anytime. Thank you!" Bec giggled and tried to cover her smile as she handed Soul the piece of paper. Soul grabbed it and took a look. Not too hard of a number to remember.

"No problem. I'll give you a text."

"Okay!" And with that, Bec somewhat skipped her way of the diner. What did Black*Star get him into?

For some reason, it doesn't feel like July.

Soul sat outside, trying to enjoy the weather. All he had on was a white undershirt and back shorts, nothing really out of the ordinary. Around this time, Death City would normally feel like a hot oven but for an odd reason, it still felt like spring.

As Soul was sitting outside, he couldn't help but put jazz on the iHome playing next to him. He needed something to help him think, something to help him figure out what he feels. A couple of weeks ago, Soul went on a date with that weird name girl. It was nice, getting to watch a movie he was dying to see with someone else but it felt odd. He couldn't get this constant reminder out of his head, this reminder that he was still in love with Maka.

Why did he even have to be in love with her? He's the one that ended it. Shouldn't his feelings have gone away already?

Again, it's like everything he did was wrong. He feels like if he continued went on a date with someone, it was wrong of him to do so. Hell, it felt wrong for him to hang out with Tsubaki. Even though Tsubaki doesn't act any different than she did before Maka and he started dating, he felt like she didn't like him.

But Soul was scared and now he has to live with it.

"Hey little brother," Wes decided to come outside and hang out with Soul. It's been a while for the two. Since the whole 'stay here or leave with us' situation, Wes and Soul haven't talked. For Wes, he felt good for once. Soul turned around to look at Wes.

"Hey," Soul turned to the iHome and raised the volume up.

You can say that Soul doesn't love his brother. Even though they almost look the same, Soul felt like his entire family thought that Wes was better than him. Soul guess it's some kind of sibling jealousy but fuck, his parents made him feel this way.

"You okay?" Wes pulled a chair out from the side of the house and moved it right next to Soul. He had a glass of lemonade in his hand, trying to make it feel like summer. Soul ignored him. "I know you can hear me."

Silent treatment.

"Soul, you can talk to me about anything. It's not like I'm going to say this to anyone else."

Awkward silent treatment.

"It's about that girl, right?"

How does he know? Soul turned the volume down, a little.

"Guessing I'm correct, don't worry too much about it Soul. If it was meant to be, you two will meet again. If it wasn't, there's going to be someone who will make you realize why it didn't work out. Love sucks but Soul," Wes leaned over his seat to make Soul look him in the eye," stop making yourself miserable. It's not doing any good for you or for that girl."

Pretending to receive a text, Wes got up with his phone in his face and walked back inside. He just hoped what he said would sink into his little brother's brain.

It was obvious that Soul was making himself miserable. Wes could had figured that out without the help of Black*Star. A couple of days ago, Wes arrived unexpectedly. When he knocked on the door to come in, Soul looked like shit. His hair beyond repairable and almost a dirty white if possible, his clothes were just hanging on him like he's been wearing them for days, even the house was similar to a hoarder's house. Usually, Soul was picky about the way things were and Soul could be messy but not this messy.

Girl problem was all Wes could smell. After settling in and cleaning somewhat the house, Wes discovered that there was nothing in the pantry or the fridge to make dinner. Being the good brother he could be, Wes went to the supermarket to gather a last-minute dinner. While he was shopping, Black*Star and him crossed path. He hasn't seen Black*Star in a while but boy, he looks the same.

To make the long story short, Black*Star kind of informed Wes about Soul's break-up with a girl and how Soul hasn't been the same for a while. Soul breaking up with a girl wasn't a surprise to Wes but Soul being miserable because of it? That must be one hell of a girl.

Coming back to reality, Wes opened to fridge. Soul hasn't come inside yet but maybe this is his way of trying to think it out. His little brother needed some time and so Wes grabbed an apple, walked to the living room, sat down and watched TV. Luckily, his favorite show was on. He needed some Pretty Little Liar time.

Outside, Soul thought about what his brother said. His brother was right. If it was meant to be, Maka and him would find a way to work. If it doesn't, there's bound to be somebody out there for him.

If there's anyone who will be interested in him. Soul smiled. That shouldn't be any of his problem. Hopefully he'll find someone, someone that he can't live without.

And with that, Soul turned the volume up as the best part of the jazz played.

Falling in love shouldn't be a problem. If it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't.

But if it was? Well, only time can tell.

Soul didn't know that in four years, falling in love would be a problem. Not for only him, but for someone else as well.

I do not own Soul Eater. :D