Heres a one shot.

Sacrificei lit

The word sacrifice to me had always been something that the tiki people in cartoons did. Where they threw an innocent person into a volcano. Sacrifice wasn't a word I thought of that much. I knew that Soul would sacrifice himself for me because of the fact that we were partners. What I didn't know is Soul would sacrifice himself for me in any situation.

1 month earlier:

"Soul! You are going too fast!" I yelled through the wind. We were riding his motorcycle down the empty streets of Death City, just out of boredom. I was weary because I forgot my helmet at home. He laughed.

"Fine, I will go slower." I waited, and we were still going the same speed. little did i know the brakes werent working.

"Hey Maka. My helmet is bothering me. Can you put it on?" I slipped his helmet over my head and hung on to him again.

"Maka, can you hug me? I am getting cold." I squeezed him to me. He was acting strange. We never hug.

"Maka, one more thing." He said. I leaned my head on his back. "Do you love me?" My heart fluttered.

"Yeah." I admitted for the first time.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Soul, I love you." I said. I somehow heard him through my screams say something as we crashed into the wall.

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I woke up in a white room.

"Soul." I croaked. The nurse looked at me with sad eyes. She shook her head and walked out of the room. My dad ran in and yelled something. I wasn't paying attention. "Where's Soul?" I asked. He didn't hear me, he was too busy yelling out the door that I was awake. Stein, Blair, and Shimigama came into the room. Blair had been crying. She turned into cat form and jumped into my bed as I slowly propped myself up into a sitting position. Blair laid in my lap, and I petted her.

"Where's Soul?" I asked again. Everyone looked away. Blair stopped purring. I was still wearing my clothes. Stein and Papa helped me out of bed. I had gotten a few stitches, and a broken leg from the impact. They took me to another room.

Soul laid in the bed, eyes shut. He was attached to multiple monitors. I sat in the chair next to him and started crying. Soul moved a little. His eyes barely opened, and he forced a pained smile. He didn't say anything. I put my hand in his opened one. He tried to speak, but his words came out messed up.

"I lub toom." He said. I patted down his hair, and shushed him. "I lub toom." He tried again. Tears still stained my face. I bent down and gently pressed my lips to his. Everything was silent for about 8 more minutes until we heard a BEEEEEEEEEEP. Soul's hand went limp in mine. His eyes shut.

"SOOOOOOUUUULLLLL!" I screamed. Papa and Stein carried me out of the room.

Present day:

Now, to me, the word sacrifice means death. Like your guardian angel giving up their life for you. Someone who loves you dying to save you. I know now that Soul loved me, because his last words were "I love you."

Like it, love it, or hate it? Reveiws are always helpful. Thanks for reading my sad story, I cried while writing it. Not sure if I was crying because of the plot or the quality, but I was still crying.

-EmoBloodLine