Unnamed Soul Eater fic
The dim, drooling sun set behind the DWMA. It's spires casting long shadows across the city of Shibusen. The dark crept over the ground and climbed the walls. Seeping through cracks it slowly took over the city until the moon, grinning sadistically, appeared over the horizon. The moonlight did little to shift the darkness.
Silence reigned over the academy and city. Nothing dared to disturb the noiseless night.
Soul sat at his desk, staring blankly into the darkness, replaying the argument that happened only an hour before. The things he should have said danced through his mind and fuelled the anger he felt towards himself. He felt like screaming everything he wanted to say for the world to hear. But he couldn't. He should have told someone else. Anyone. Anyone, it seemed, but Maka.
His bed was cold and unfamiliar. He had not slept in his own room for months. The sheets felt stiff, and the mattress rock hard. There was an emptiness that hung in the very air around him. Begrudgingly climbing underneath the sheets, a sense of defeat washed over him.
"I suppose I should probably get used to this" he thought as he pulled the sheets over his scarred chest.
"Maybe things will be cooler in the morning". Pondering this thought. Soul drifted into a restless sleep.
Maka had no such luck.
She sobbed silently in her bed. Clutching the sheets to her face as tears started to roll down her cheeks. This wasn't what she wanted, but it's what she had. Upon thinking this, Maka stifled another sob into the sheets. Falling back, she glanced at the empty side of her bed. As her head hit the pillow her eyes drew towards an item on the nightstand.
Soul's headband lay draped over a picture frame. Housed in the border was a photo taken not too long ago. Maka saw her own face smiling back at her, along with Soul's cocky smirk. It was taken at the park in the spring. Couples were picnicking in the background and children were playing. The blossom from the trees lay peacefully on the lake.
Maka started to tear up. Grabbing the frame and headband in one hand, she opened up a drawer with the other and forcefully shoved both items into it. Slamming the drawer, she lay face down on her pillow. Her thoughts bounced around in her brain but one thing she was sure of.
Men fucking suck.
