It's been two years since their second meeting.
She has turned their life around. They went from constant fear and madness to relative stability. They are on the path to recovery and have amazing, supportive friends. Even though they're still terribly shy, their anxiety is way better.
But they still feel something missing.
Something inside them feels empty, hollow.
It's selfish to let something like that tear them apart so much, they should be perfectly fine, they should be happy, right? It's not like anything is wrong anymore. Life at the DWMA is like a dream come true. So this little feeling of emptiness is alright, nothing's wrong with it, nothing can be entirely perfect. Everything is fine.
They broke down crying in public, but that's normal, everyone gets sad sometimes. Binge eating was another way to deal with it but it only helped for a little while and then they got hit a wave of disgust for what they've just done. Even as they started punching themself repeatedly to self-harm, they kept telling themself that there's nothing wrong. That they're doing this to manipulate people, to get attention.
Even though they made sure to only hit places that people wouldn't be able to notice.
And even after they have isolated themself from everyone, disconnecting from the outside world, from their own feelings, both positive and negative...
(They wouldn't ever admit this out loud, but they really missed the way things used to be when they first came to the DWMA. They couldn't handle anything, but Maka's presence, her voice, her touch, her love made them feel safe.)
...Everything was fine.