This is my first story so please be nice!

Everything was quiet in the little apartment. Not a sound to be heard. Both weapon and meister were sound asleep in bed. Having peaceful dreams of silly things. Like the weapon becoming a death scythe, and for the meister, making the death scythe. Everything was perfect, until the next morning.

The next morning

"Soul! Wake up!" The ash-blonde meister called to her weapon. Her forest green eyes were glued to the frying pan that had a melting pad of butter on it. When he didn't reply, she became curious and walked to her partner's bedroom.

Curiosity killed the cat

She lightly tapped on the door a couple of times. "Soul? Are you in there?" Maka asked. She didn't get a response so she pushed open the door to reveal something terrifying…

"B-B-Blair? S-S-Soul?" She asked. Her eyes spilled over with tears. Currently, the sex-kitten was straddling her weapon partner, feverishly kissing him. She would've thought nothing of it but, one, he was kissing her back, two, and she fell madly in love with this boy. He opened his eyes and they immediately fell upon the crying scythe-meister in the doorway. His eyes grew wide as he pulled away from the cat.

"M-Maka!" Soul called to her. He was too late she darted outside into the cold December air. It was freezing, she didn't have a coat, she was wearing her usual attire though. She ran and ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore. The image of what just happened was burned into the back of her mind. "That bastard! He can't even keep away from her! Everything he's done for me...it was all a lie!" She yelled to herself. She fell onto the cold, hard, and wet ground, unable to contain her tears, she let them flow. She started wailing until her vocal chords couldn't produce anymore sound.

Then she laid there. Staring at the sky. Tears still running down her cheeks. She looked at her hand. "Why me? Why does it always happen to me?" She asked herself. Then she heard a familiar voice in the distance yelling her name. "Maka! Maka! Where the hell did you go? Maka!" The voice yelled.

Soul. The voice was soul. 'What do I do? I can't see him now! Not after the giant tear in my heart that he created' She quickly got up and ran in the opposite direction of Soul.

Where should I go? She thought darting through trees and jumping over occasional branches. He's faster than me and at this rate he'll definitely catch up. Tsubaki's house? No. He knows I'd go there? Papa's? Never mind. The DWMA? Nope. Library? No! I have nowhere to go! She thought. I'll just climb a tree. She thought.

She ran a little faster then saw a tree that should be easy to climb. Wrong. ON her way up the tree the branch she used for balance was breaking.

Snap. Crack.

Before Maka could do anything, she was hanging onto the tree with one arm. Dangling high above the ground.

FUCK! She thought.

Then, she remembered, it rained last night, everything's wet, and slippery. Her fingers started to fall of the branch one by one.

Pinky. Ring finger. Middle finger. Pointer.

And then the she could only wait until her spine met the unforeseen ground. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact, the pain. She dared to open her one eye and then it happened.

Thud.

"MAKA!" She could hear Soul scream her name. The blood curdling scream she made would make his look like a whimper from a dog begging for food. Then all there was, was darkness.

After a broken heart I deserve to die

I already died before I climbed that tree

I died when my heart shattered like glass

The moment you kissed her

I was six feet underground

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