A/N:First of the drables, inspired by a prompt I found in my computer. This is so short I barely know how to make a summary of it. Warning: Implied major character death.
Maka and flowers weren't two things that went together most of the time. Sure she liked them and she even had her own pot in their apartment where she took care of some, but she had never followed the trend of wearing them as a crown, or bought clothes with patterns of them (at least not too many). If he had to be honest, Soul though the last time he had seen her with so many flowers was after fighting Arachne for the first time, when Crona made sure to surround her with them.
It had been funny at the time even if he had to take care of her (which he didn't actually minded too much, but had to keep the cool façade) and now he wished this was a similar situation. Yet there he was, and there she was, and all the things he had always longed to say weighted too much.
Like in another world, he barely recognized the pats and words his friends said, barely registered part of Kidd's speech, his gaze fixed on her face, her eyes, her hair, her gentle smile… And wished it wouldn't have been like this, but now was too late, and he's supposed to go on with his life when she was the one who brought it to him.
Finally the ceremony ended, and the coffin where she was surrounded by flowers was closed and, in too little time for his liking, under the ground. Slowly, all the attendance begins to leave. Their closest friends tried to convince him to go with them, but he refused, saying that he needed some time alone.
Sitting on the ground he slowly caressed one of the flowers and, lifting his gaze to the sky (he couldn't look at the tombstone, not yet), let the tears fall.