Heey Everybody,

A really sort drabble from Crona's P.O.V. It tells the story after what happened, maybe I will write more of those.

Disclaimer: Be happy I don't own Soul Eater think about what could happen!

It had been a year already that they were here for the last time. The grave was there alone, away from the other graves. Only a gray stone and some wilted flowers was the only way you could see it was a grave. They started cleaning the grave the black figure did it without complaining which was a relief for the pink haired person. It was already hard enough to come here every year and to be remembered that nobody ever visited her expect for them ones a year. The pink haired person missed her every day. She had been the persons first friend, she had learn the person to smile. The person still couldn´t understand why she had killed her friends and everybody else, but what the person knew was that it hadn´t been her. It had been something else that had made her do such a thing. That gentle, nice and kind girl wouldn´t ever hurt anything or anybody. The person looked to the other graves where the victims lie of that awful day in the history of DWMA. The students where cleaning the other graves which wasn´t that much work because the graves where visited often by students or staff from DWMA. But they still came here ones in a year to think about this horrible day. For some people was it still to difficult to come here, people like Shinigami-sama and Spirit Albarn. Even for the person was it too hard to come here on this day, but if they wouldn't come visit this grave nobody would. They were almost finished with covering the grave with flowers. Flowers remembered the pink haired person of her. "Crona-sensei! Are you already finished?" one of the students was waving to them. "Ragnok and I are almost finished!" yelled the pink haired person back. Her dead had made him stronger. He walked to the others "I still don't understand why you would visit the grave of the murder. Somebody like that shouldn't get treated like that." said one of the students. "It wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault." whispered the pink haired person. The words flew around with the wind. To heaven where she would probably was.

So how was this chapter? Thanks for reading! And don't forget to say it if you want a chapter from somebody's other POV!

See you later \(^.^) *waves*