soul eater fan fiction
A.U. =human world, soul is not a weapon and has no way to get away from his horrible family. there is no Maka in this story
Who cares?
Why is it that when night dark vial descends it leaves him in this cold embrace? With deaths touch lingering on his skin he thinks, who cares? Who will care if he lives or dies? Not like his family dose. Not like SHE dose. What's the point in wondering in this cold town? It brings back memory's. These memories are sending him to his grave. not just the bad memories either. It's the good and the bad. Both are horrors to him. They tug on his heart. Ripping it from his grasp. Tarnishing what little self pity he had left. Now he has no heart. He is cold. Just as cold as this very night.
The snow flakes are insulting him. Mocking him. Telling him that no matter what he dose, he cant stop them from penetrating his personal space. Each snow flake licks his skin melting and leaving a cold dot of water behind. Who cares? The snow flakes don't. and now he realizes he doesn't care either. He's just wasted space any way, right? He's just that guy. The boy with the famous last name. the boy who's brother is a musical prodigy. The boy that know one really cares about. Its just his last name. that's it. it doesn't matter what kind of a guy he is. soul Evans is just that. Soul Evans. Know one even tries to get to know him or understand him. Its just that damn last name that means anything its just that damn last name that anyone cares about.
He tries, he really dose. Being the best is all his parents ever cared about. soul will here them gushing about his older brother all the time. They'll say 'we have the perfect son'. Not the perfect 'sons'. He isn't half as good as his brother. The world famous violinist. Who is soul? Just the world famous violinists brother, nothing else.
His parents pressured him his whole life. Always wanting him to be the 2.0 version of his brother. He could never keep up. No matter what he did. He couldn't do it. He was a failure. The dark shadow of shame on the Evans family. When his family would have one of there 'fancy parties', he was ment to be just that boy. The boy who would stand in the background, being as quit and oblivious as possible. That's how its been his whole life, he cant play. His parents tried to teach him but he just couldn't do it.
He just cant take it any more. He doesn't want to, he doesn't care, no one cares. His vagent expression stares gently at the river. His feet placed along rail of the small over pass. There are no cars out tonight. Its too icy and cold, he likes this kind of weather though. It take his mind off of his family affairs and puts it on the outdoor tempter's.
Carefully he removes his jacket, this way if the fall isn't enough to kill him catching hippoe thermeia will do he trick. he stares at the waters glass like surface and takes in a deep shaky breath. Why is he so scared its not like he doesn't want to do this? He has to do this now, before he changes his mind. Or would that be a bad thing? Letting go of deaths hand, leaning towards opportunity and hope. No. that's wrong that's not the way this is going to happen. He's tried to hard and failed too many times. He doesn't want to risk failing again. Its to hard it hurts too much.
He shifts his weight to the front of his shoes and begins to lean forward. This is the moment that he has been waiting for. This is what he has wanted for so long that it practically burns. He is starting to fall! He can feel the weight on his feet lifting.
Its almost like he's flying. . .
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