I walked around trying to find Soul's house, and I soon saw it, rather drab against the orange and red backdrop of the autumn leaves. I quickly walked up to it and knocked on the door, but after waiting for an answer for nearly a minute of nothing I began to get worried. I couldn't handle the wait and silence from the house. I grabbed the door knob, and opened the front door. But I was not prepared for what I saw, not in the least.

There, in the kitchen, was blood. I looked down for a second, then stared at the ground. Not to avoid looking at the blood, but instead noticing the shards of glass on the floor. I got really scared and frightened.

“Is... I... I hope he's alright.”

All this glass looked like it had come off of a mirror that was next to me, hanging from the wall. This scene looked as though someone just came and murdered someone viciously. I certainly hoped that wasn’t the case, fighting back a bit of nausea that came into my stomach.

I walked a little further, stepping over the glass with my high heels, As I moved further into the room... I saw him. He was bleeding, with a big shard of glass next to his hand. I looked at him and his eyes were closed, but his chest was rising and falling. Thank God, but what in the heavens happened to him? Has he... no... I don't even think he would. Was he trying to... kill himself? Before going any further into the room I whipped out my phone, quickly dialing 9-1-1, explaining the situation and giving the address.

I walked over to his body and heard his raspy breathing, but also saw the blood on his arms. Two long, red lines, one on each arm... pooling onto the ground beneath him. How long has he been like this? I kissed Blueblood a long while ago, so Soul has been probably in this state for a long while, too. Tears rolled freely down my face, staining my own face with my mascara, but I couldn’t care less. I carefully and gently wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. And I didn't care about the blood oozing on my favorite dress.

But then, I heard a gasp. And then a quick cough. He was waking up. I looked at his face, with both hands on both of his shoulders, and I smiled. I was so happy to see him awake and still be alive, but he didn't seem happy to see me. With a small groan, he spoke.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, annoyed. I frowned and tears started to come out once more.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Then I thought stupid. I forgot during the hug that this was because of me kissing Blueblood.

"I saw you... I saw you... kiss him..." he said, struggling to speak. Now tears were coming out, and started to mix with the blood on the floor. I was still surprised on how much blood he was losing and how he was still alive. I hoped the ambulance would be here soon.

I knew it, though. He saw me kiss Blueblood, and with Pinkie telling me that he cared for me and loved me, it must have been the absolute worst thing to see your crush kissing someone else.

"But, darling," I said, and then my voice was starting to crack. "I-I didn't mean for-" Then he interrupted me.

"No. NO!" he said, enraged. "You kissed my worst enemy, the man who wished me hell and gave me hell for my whole life!" He stared deeply and darkly into my eyes, tears flowing out fast. "Do you know why I'm still alive? Because of you." I widened my eyes. What does he mean? If I wasn't in his life... he'd be dead?

"Why me?" I asked. I was scared and wondered of what was going on. It wasn't like one day I used my body to save him from a bullet or something, I didn't push him out of the way of a car… why did he feel this way?

"Because you were the one that always made me smile and feel happy…” he trailed off, giving another long series of coughs, “and it was a good reason for me to be alive right now." he said, startling me. I-I... "You helped me throughout this time, and you might have never noticed. I was depressed through my whole life, but when you met me you extended your hand in friendship. And then I grew on you, and I loved you with all my heart." He half-smiled, then frowned. "But then, someone gave you the lips. Guess who?"

I sobbed, grabbing a towel from the kitchen counter and pressing it to the woulds in his arms, still managing to talk to him.

"Soul!" I shouted. "I didn't want to kiss Blueblood, but I had to because of a stupid bet I had with one of his retarded friends!" I then dug my head in chest and sobbed. I looked up at him. "And... I care about you, too. You have made me happy."

"For what?" he asked.

I took off my necklace and put it over his head, fastening it around his neck. "For this… and for everything," I told him. "I'm sorry I never saw this, nor knew this. You just... don't know how much it hurts to see another friend be hurt… that’s why I’ve helped you so much. I could feel your pain over the loss of your parents, over the fact that you get pushed around at school… I do love you."

I put my hand on his cheek, and leaned over. And we kissed.

With all emotions mixed up in this kiss, the kiss felt absolutely great. This was a messy situation, considering my friend tried to end his life, but I'm pretty sure that right now, I saved his. I could hear the ambulance in the distance, steadily getting closer. After all this time, he loved me and was in such a horrible state of depression... and I was the one who has made him think about staying here. Alive. The kiss lasted long, and then after a while, we broke our lips apart.

I looked deeply into him. "I don't love Blueblood, not even the slightest chance." I told Soul, who was then transforming his frown into a happy and heartwarming smile. "Who I do love, though, is you." I held the necklace that was wrapped around his neck. "This proves it. You paid a lot for this one necklace, and I know you love me too."

He chuckled. "Well, you are delicate and you do love shiny things. I thought this would be the perfect gift to make us... kind of a couple, you know?" he said.

I giggle. "Oh, trust me, darling. We're a couple." I held him close, but gently, and we were sitting there for who knows how long. He wanted me, so its me he'll get. I then held his hand, again not caring about how bloody and messy it was. He needed a lot of comfort, and I was there to give him it. I then wondered and thought of the future. Of how me and Soul would be… as a couple…

The paramedics threw open the door, seeing the two of us on the kitchen floor. I stepped away fr0m Soul, allowing them to get to work mending his cuts and gashes. One of the paramedics took me outside and consoled me, holding my hand as I cried even harder. Emotions flew around in my head as I saw Soul carried out, tied to a stretcher, by two paramedics. He was loaded into the back of the ambulance and I got in with him, holding his uninjured hand all the way to the hospital, the sirens and lights keeping us company all the way there.

But now, he was happy and was in good care. All thanks to me. Back then, he was shattered and even heartbroken. Now, he is happy. Soul was never broken ever since then...

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed! Please read my other stories if you did! I got romance! But please, don't commit suicide, and help friends with depression. #StayAwesome