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[Feels !]

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"Why the hell does this even have to happen…" Soul mumbled, staring at the grave in front of him. She was so young—like his age. She had lots of dreams… Even wanting to be a deathscythe.

Or at least, to marry him.

"You're one hell of an idiot, Clover."

Soul groaned, sitting next to the tanned girl. Clover coughed, hiding under the blankets. "I-I'm already sick, stop scolding me…" She pouted, adjusting the ice bag on her forehead. Soul made a sigh. "Clover, you do know Maka would be off with her dad to have vacation with her mom. I don't know how to handle the sick…"

"It's okay," Clover said with a giggle. "I'll help you out." She sighed, yawning. "You just have to change the ice bag every 3 hours, and the pill for every 4 hours…"

Soul looked at her, then made his toothy grin. "Okay then. Just… Get more rest." He stood, and bent down, kissing his girlfriend's forehead.

Those moments… They feel like they just happened yesterday. Sure, 5 years have passed now. Still, he wasn't able to move on.

"S-soul !" Clover sat up, coughing. "Are you nuts ?! Fever is contagious ! You'll get sick !" She yelled as she shook the scythe awake, who was hugging her as he slept. Soul groaned, sitting up. "What the hell… My body's all hurting…"

Clover looked at him, then grumbled. "Idiot. Now you got sick too. Who do you think would take care of us, huh." She said as she rolled her eyes. Soul looked at her, then chuckled with a hoarse voice. "It's okay… At least, I took some of your sickness. We both would get better quick." He kissed her forehead, then dragged her back down. "Sleep."

Soul sat in front of the tombstone, then smiled, placing a scarf around the cross. "It's been a while, Clover. I'm so sorry, a deathscythe's schedule is more hectic than I imagined."

"What happened to you guys ? You both missed 1 whole week…" Kid blinked, and Clover laughed. "Blame Soul !" Soul scoffed. "I wasn't the one who chose to play under the rain."

"Geez… You always let yourself get caught with me… Why the hell would you do stuff to get yourself sick too ?" Clover huffed. Soul chuckled. "I want to feel the same way as you do.."

"How are clouds, are they fluffy like how you think they are ?" He sighed, placing flowers on it. "Why did you have to leave me alone so early…"

"Happy anniversary, Clover !" Soul smiled, then dragged the tanned girl in the piano room. Clover looked around, confused. "Huh ?"

"Sit and watch." He grinned, and started pressing on the keys. Clover's eyes went wide. "Hey… That's—"

"Sing along !" Soul grinned. Clover made a laugh, enjoying how her boyfriend played her favorite song.

"Every little thing she does is magic,

Everything she does just turns me on~"

"Even though my life before was tragic,

Now I know my love for her goes on,"

Soul took a guitar out, and sighed. "You always loved that song, didn't you ?" He smiled. "It's your fifth death anniversary today… Here, let me play it for you… I'm sorry, I can't bring a piano here for you.. "

"Clover…? Are you okay…?" Soul asked as he rubbed his girlfriend's back. Clover coughed harshly, covering her mouth with her hands. "Y-yeah…" She smiled, but as she looked at her hand, her smile faded.

Soul looked at it, eyes wide.

"…Blood…?"

Soul continued to strum the guitar, having a frown as he sang the song, the one he used to sing with her. If only she lived…

"Soul… I… I have to tell you something." Stein made a sigh, closing the door behind him. Soul frowned. "What is it…"

"Leukemia." Stein said seriously. "Clover has leukemia. It's now in stage 3, why didn't you tell me earlier ?"

Soul was shaken up at the news. "Leukemia…? That's deadly, right…?"

"There was cure if you told me earlier." Stein sighed. "We could've stopped it from spreading…"

"Why didn't you at least tell me something, Clover ?" Soul made a small chuckle, tearing up. "I should've saved you…"

"I'm so sorry, Clover…" Soul made a sigh. "If only… I-if… If only I can… Get the same illness you have like before… Ah, damn it !" Soul bursted out in tears, sniffling. Clover turned to him, and smiled weakly. "Shhhh… I'm okay… I'll be okay…" She took his hand, giving it a weak grip. She was bedridden for weeks now… And today… Stein knew she wouldn't last longer.

Maka just got back, finding out about her. This gave Soul hope, hope to have someone to lean on.

"I still remember what Maka's words were… What was the reason… Why, of all illnesses, you got the ones not contagious…" Tears streamed down his cheeks, dropping on the guitar.

"She said it's because I'm the one assigned to take care of you…"

"Shhh… Don't cry…" Clover smiled. "I love you, Soul… Thank you for everything."

"But I failed…" He sighed, standing up. "I'm so sorry, Clover…"

"If only I could do something…"

He wiped his tears away, and frowned. Suddenly, he felt his chest ache. He clutched his clothes covering it, coughing harshly.

As he recovered, he sighed, and felt something in his hand. Soul blinked, and looked, staring with surprised eyes.

"…Blood…?"