DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SOUL

"Don't let go." She had pleaded with him.

"I won't ever let you go." He had said. That was their conversation two years ago when he had returned from a two year solo deathscythe mission. Now the two dangled from a cliff side by Soul's fingertips. He held her wrist in his fist refusing to let her slip.

"Don't let go." She pleaded with him.

"I won't ever let you go." He said. She slipped a little farther, proof that his grip was failing. The witch had long ago fled believing the two were already dead. Any other time the two would have just flown back up with his deathscythe abilities but the two were tired and could barely walk on normal ground. He felt himself losing the battle to stay on the cliff. He brought his miester closer to his chest. He kissed her lips as his grip fell. Both hands embraced the girl's slender figure.

"Don't let go." She pleaded with him.

"I won't ever let you go." He said. The water engulfed them both. He held her tighter as their lips met one last time and darkness took them. Shibusen School was silent as they stood over the graves of the strongest weapon miester pair to become a deathscythe pair. One by one the people left. The single gravestone held two names and one saying.

Maka Evans- scythe miester

Soul Evans- deathscythe weapon

Soul never let Maka go, and Maka never let Soul go. Together the two lived, together the two died.

AN/ I CIRED WRITING THIS. AND I'LL CRY POSTING THIS PLEASE REVIEW IT'S THE BLUE BUTTON THERE.