Sorrow for the Soul by PassionandPromise, literature
Literature
Sorrow for the Soul
Hey, Maka?
It's snowing.
White as far as the eye can see.
With each drop of snow, and every small puff of air you breathe out, it feels like we are ever closer.
And yet we are ever further apart.
I can see you, you know.
I can hear you.
I know of those moments when you cry, and I live in those times when you laugh.
I just wish I was with you to hold you in those moments, and to join in with you on those times.
Sometimes I feel life really plays a devilish deal with death, and I am caught in the middle.
Sometimes I wish you could hear me say those three words just one more time, so that you could finally move on. So that I could, too
Ch 3
The darkness was thick. Soul felt like he was floating in inky blackness but he couldn't move. There was something almost comforting about the void. Like it was a reflection of the loss he felt; a cold, endless nothing that was slowly becoming part of him. He was no longer in darkness, he was the darkness. Laughter echoed from nowhere in particular and seemed to surround him.
"What's the point? Hhahaha What is the point? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Soul?" Stein asked. Soul hadn't said a word since he sank to his knees. He stayed so perfectly still it was as if Soul had been replaced with a statue of grief. Then he began to laugh. Quietly at firs
