It's my fault.

I know this now in fact everybody knows this.

It's terrible to see her face degrade like that, first starting with the bags under her eyes. I thought it was another one of those nights where she stays up late reading a book or studying, how was I suppose to know it was worse than that. The first real sign that stuck out to me and even got me quite a bit worried was one night when we were fighting together, her eyes were empty, her lips were chapped and bit with blood all over them from open lip wounds, her hands were rougher than normal when she was holding me and her soul wavered.

It wasn't common for her soul to do that because she was very strong and held her ground it may waver the tiniest bit when she was scared but usually I could help with that. If it only wavered when she was scared then what was she scared of? It wasn't because of the monster in front of her was it?

No, it wasn't because of the monster in front of her, it wasn't in front of her at all in the moment nor was it a monster or maybe it was.

It took me awhile for me to realize that the weapon she was holding in her hand was what she was scared of.

The weapon she was using to defend herself scared her more than the monster she was fighting, that says something.

It's to late now though right? I can't do anything, I don't know whats wrong with her or what I did wrong. Maybe I'm ignorant but I truly don't know and now I have a girlfriend that I love and she doesn't deserve to deal with all of my problems and worries.

This apartment has never felt more empty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Maka's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In case you couldn't tell that, that was soul's pov above

Eyelashes

Eyes burn

Another eyelash lost

They are not very thick

Thin they are

Grow quick they must

How they still stay replenished

Requires most

To give you my age

Is to give you my card

To give you my name

Is to give you my call

To show you no lies

Is to give you my trust

To show a kiss

Is to give you my shoulder

To show you my pinkie

Is to give you my promise

To show you my eyes

Is to give you my soul

I closed my journal and clipped my pencil to elastic band around it. Tucking it under my pillow that I brung along with me, smelling the familiar scent of a apartment and a familiar roommate.

Wait, what? Soul never used this pillow or slept with me or used my bed, how did he get on here or am I hallucinating?

Man if it was the latter then I need to get my shit together.

Lifting my head off the hallucination pillow and dragging my heavy body over to the door to make dinner for when mom gets home.

Sifting through the fridge I found some bread and grabbed two slices and wrapped it in a paper towel and put in the microwave, I must be the only person in the world who likes slightly soggy bread.

Just slightly soggy because don't get the wrong idea that I liked the bread dunked in water kind of soggy, that's what soul did whenever I told him I liked soggy bread he dunked it in the sink and handed it to me, I touched it so that I could throw it away and almost puked it felt like a eatable sponge with mold on it, how soul never got disgusted by that stuff I'll never understand.

I'm not thinking about soul.

Way to be in denial maka, you've been dunked in stupidity.

Well Albert Einstein did say that two things were infinite human stupidity and the universe and he wasn't so sure about the universe.

I took the piece's of bread out of the microwave and spread some butter on them and started eating them.

I searched the refrigerator for some other food for mom to eat for dinner when I didn't find anything in there I searched the freezer. Hmmmmm, oh fish I haven't cooked fish in a long time but I'll try, although this fish could feed at least 2 people and I'm not eating dinner.

Oh well maybe we can save the rest of it for a snack. I unwrapped the freezing fish out of its bag and put in the sink, turning on the hot water for a while and then turned it off before leaving it to unfreeze by itself.

That piano. It sort of carved its home in my head and hanged a sign up saying I'm a catchy song.

I needed to pass time anyways so I ran upstairs and into the room with the piano, I searched the room a little studying this pianos surroundings besides the fact that this piano reminded me of soul and happiness but at the same time pain, this piano just sort of caught my attention.

There was no other instrument in the room and this was the only room in the entire house that had this darkish tint of red with black and a white middle trimming except the trimming was a little higher then what I suppose they intended it to be. It also seems that whenever someone figured it out they were mad, in the corner there was this large broken and cracked piece of trimming right underneath this small hole in the wall. Kidd would be mad to see this lack of symmetry.

The floor also seemed to be the only tile floor in the entire house and it was checkered red and black resembling the walls of the room.

It was strikingly similar to the black room except the black room had curtains a few tables and a demon in it and while the tables might have a few holes in them there was no wall with a hole in it nor broken trimming. Besides those facts it was very similar.

Besides the piano and the chair where you sat there was only one other thing in here and that was me- no just joking it was a very old looking record player, looking at it closely it had a locket hanging off of it that had the word mine engraved in the top of it and when you open it, it had a tiny tiny little note in there and as I reached to try to get it out so I could read it, my name and the door opening from downstairs broke me out of my trance and wishes to read a note.

I quietly closed the door to the room and walked downstairs.

"Yes, mo-"

Holy fucking shit.

Who's that?