This is a little sneak peak of my plot for a new Fanfic I am writing. I'm sorry I haven't updated my other stories yet, but I have been busy and then I heard this song, so I couldn't resist. Btdubs, the story is not going to be a songfic like this one. I just wanted to give you a sneak peak of the plot and this song kind of explains it. Anywazas, Enjoi!
Maka sat there in her comfy chair, clad in sweater and shorts. Tears soaked her face. She regretted everything she had said so much. She wished he could just know that. She had been afraid. Six months. It had seemed like forever ago, though six months was still forvever.
Last night I heard my own heart beating
Sounded like footsteps on my stairs
Six months gone and I'm still reaching
Even though I know you're not there
Maka sighed as she hiccupped. She scoffed, Why am I still so caught up on him? Her mind answered for her as she remembered: their first kiss, the walks in the park, the play fight at the water fall, kissing in the rain, that hair, that smile, and oh, those dimples. She remembered the Death Ball, and how they matched perfectly, how he was shocked at her dancing skills. I wish I could just have him back.
I was playing back a thousand memories, baby
Thinkin' 'bout everythin' we've been through
Maybe I've been goin' back too much lately
When time stood still and I had you
Maka smiled as tears strolled down her face.
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside
'Til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
She wished so bad that it was like one of the romance novels she had read or one of those movies that brought both her and him to tears. Then, he would come back to her. She knew they could work it out. She needed to apologize. The several times she tried, he ignored her. If he said he was sorry, and she told him how she felt, it would be okay. Maka glance at the clock. It read 2:30am. He was probably asleep by now. It had been sixth months already. If the DeathScythe really wanted to come back, he'd be here.
I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Locked up in your arms and our friends were laughing
'Cause nothing like this ever happened to them
Maka knew that he could have changed. He could have moved on, but she held on to what little hope she had as she remembered how happy they were when they were together. She sighed as she recalled how their friends would joke about them together and say how cute they were, warning her never to let him go. If only they knew now. Maka couldn't get advice from any of them. Liz never had trouble with guys, Patti didn't know what to say, though she could cheer Maka up every once in a while, and even Tsubaki couldn't tell her what to do now. None of them had ever been in her situation.
Now, I'm pacing down the hall, chasing down your street
Flashback to the night when you said to me
"Nothing's gonna change, not for me and you "
Not before I knew how much I had to lose
She stood and paced the hall. She stopped before the door to his old room. For the first time in six months, she entered his room. Nothing had changed. It was just as he had left it. He hadn't taken anything except the clothes he was wearing and sped off in his new car. She remembered the tears running down his face. He had even left his most favorite possession: his bike. He didn't want anything to remind him of her. A sick feeling started to build in her stomach. Maka shook it off as she took small, staggered steps into his room when she noticed the picture on his nightstand was missing. She ran from the room and into her own, pulling the same picture from her nightstand. The engraving on the frame read: "Forever the Same". It was of him and her at the annual Death Ball, the same night he told her nothing would change for them.
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside
'Til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
Maka slumped to the floor as she replaced the photo. She leaned back against the side of her bed with her knees up as she rested her head on her arms across her knees. This feeling. It was so confusing. It felt like abandonment, sadness, regret, hope, confliction, and even a bit of frustration and anger. Why couldn't life be like a movie?
If you're out there, if you're somewhere, if you're moving on
I've be waiting for you ever since you've been gone
I just want it back the way it was before
And I just wanna see you back at my front door
After a long, sparing moment, Maka finally lifted herself off of her floor and moved to her window seat, staring out into the rain. She knew he had probably moved on now. It had been a long time, but she wished he could know that she had been waiting ever since the day he left. She wished he would come back. What she wouldn't give to see him at her front door again, even if it was just to see her and then leave again. Most of all, she wanted her best friend back.
And I say come back, come back, come back to me like
You would before you said it's not that easy
Before the fight, before I locked you out
But I'd take it all back now
She wanted to take it back. She regretted everything. She didn't care about anything else. She missed her best friend. She missed her partner. She missed Soul.
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside
'Til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
Maka drew a shuddering breath. She was all out of tears by now. Maybe she should move on. She knew Justin liked her, Hiro, too. Both of them would be great boyfriends. They were both sweet and protective. But Maka knew that no matter how hard she tried she could never get over him, never truly move on, and she knew that she could never find anyone as good or better than him, no matter how hard she looked. Maka was at a stalemate. Move on, and regret it. Hold on, and risk losing herself in the process. Neither choice was very appealing at the moment.
You'd be here by now
It's not the kind of ending you wanna see now
Baby, what about the ending?
Oh, I thought you'd be here by now
Part of her wanted to believe that it wasn't the end. That the movie wasn't over yet. As Maka made her way back to her comfy chair, she wanted to laugh at the irony. She had broken her own heart because she was afraid of getting it broken by someone else. It was like a Greek tragedy, comic in some sick, twisted way. Maka couldn't decide just yet, but she knew she couldn't keep beating herself up like this. It wasn't good for her mental or physical health. She would decide tomorrow after she got some sleep. Maka closed her eyes.
That you'd be here by now
Somewhere Soul stood and grabbed his keys. He couldn't wait anymore. He had to know. He glanced at the clock as he was closing the door. 3:45am. He hoped she was not yet asleep. He was going to see her. Soul was going to see Maka.