Unifinished Pages [SoulxMaka]
Dust and more dust. When he finally gathered up the courage to break into their room, that was how he was greeted. He shunned the room for the weeks following her burial and basically anything that reminded him of her. They both knew the day would come when one would die while the other lived alone, but that was the risk they took to be together day in and day out.
He began with brushing off the desk where a collage of family photos stood. He skimmed by them before darting his eyes elsewhere, afraid that at any moment, her smiling face would send him back into the abyss.
It was still hard to believe that not but a month ago were they sharing a bed, and now he was avoiding it. He didn't want to prolong this any more than he had to. Soul found the vacuum buried deep in their shared closet and swept up whatever dust jumped out at him. He wasn't going to go into any sort of deep cleaning. Not just yet.
He surprised himself in how immersed he became in cleaning. He lasted maybe a whole ten