Cold.

Sharp.

Pain.

The knife glistened in the soft moonlight casting a silver light onto the buildings around. It was held painfully close to his throat leaving him immobile. A desperate yet angry growl escaped his lips.

'Oh? Don't try to escape. You already know your fate.'

The cold force moved against his skin, highlighting the point presented. Warm blood flowed from the knife creating a stinging pain. What could he do now?

'Let him go!'

Her wail echoed through the quiet streets. Desperation and terror dripped from every word as she tried to negotiate.

The person holding him just laughed while scraping the weapon along his now vulnerable skin. It wasn't working. He was going to die.

No...

I don't want to die...

But...

Tears escaped his eyes as the terror began to surface. His legs shook and chest tightened. However, there was more to worry about.

Maka...

'Run!'

Run far, far away.

'Don't worry about me!'

It's hopeless.

'Just save yourself!'

Please just live another day.

Her eyes went wide and water fell. She didn't want to. She couldn't. He needed her! She should be protecting him.

'Idiot! I'm dead either way!'

And never love me any less...

And at that, she ran. She ran and screamed and cried because it was definitely hopeless. No one could save him now.

'I love you, Maka...'

A second later, Soul's throat was slit.

A second later, Soul died.

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Run far, far away
It's hopeless
Please just live another day
And never love me any less