Finding the Way Home

1: Heartbreak

So, these first couple of chapters are going to be a bit short and are going to hop around POV's a lot.

Crona's POV

Not long after Maka had died, I had started to create a gap between the five of us left, because I never really felt like a part of the group unless Maka was there. It wasn't until she was gone about how I felt about her. I never realized how much I loved having her around.....

Kid's POV

Not a day has gone by that I didn't think of Soul. Him and I had finally gotten together, and then not even two hours later he was gone. I still loved Soul, more than anything, and no matter how long he's been dead, that won't change.

Occasionally, the thought of suicide came up. I didn't want to live without Soul, or Maka, the two of the closest people to me. Liz and Patty were constantly talking me out of sucide when they realized what I was thinking, and it wasn't that hard for them to notice. Though, I never got why they tried to talk me out of it. Since I'm a shinigami, I'm immortal. It wasn't like trying to kill myself would work. All it would do would be causing me pain, and I didn't care anymore.

Tsubaki's POV

When Black Star died, I always blamed myself. When we were in the DWMA, weapons were always told its their job to protect their meister, and I had failed at that  job. Every day, I think of how I should have done more to protect him, no matter how many days have passed. The only thing that ever got my mind off of it was when I was teaching at the DWMA, and that was only occasionally, and the school day is only so long, and it was rare that it even really took my mind off of him, since we spent so much time together in this school before.

My biggest regret in all this, is that I never told him that I loved him. Now, I miss him more than anything, and I can't get the fact that I never said anything to him about how I felt before he died out of my head.

I could tell Kid and Crona weren't holding up very well, either. Crona didn't even realize he loved Maka until she was permanently ripped away from him, and I felt bad for him because of that. He'd been pretty distant since then, mainly staying home, not coming out for more than his teaching job and the occasional get together with the remainder of our friends.

The other day, I found Kid by himself, with scars on his wrists like he had been cutting. Honestly, with how much Liz and Patty talked him out of attempting to kill himself, I wouldn't doubt he had cut himself at least a few times. In fact, he was probably in a worse depression than any of our friends, and no matter how long they've been gone, it hasn't gotten any better. I'd actually say it gets worse every day.

But it doesn't matter who's worse in this. Every single one of us can feel a gap in our hearts that those three left, and no matter how hard we try, the gap won't go away, and it's slowly driving all of us apart.