Disclaimer: A-ha-ha. I don't own Soul Eater... Yet.
I couldn't sleep, so I laid awake, staring at the ceiling, hearing the breath of the girl I love, who left me. Sometimes I think I'm crazy, that some of the kishin's madness was still nestled in me, but I swear I can still hear her slow, deep breath. She hated my pillow, so we had just used her, our foreheads touching when we slept. And her feet were always cold.
But I miss it. I wish I could be with you again. I wish you hadn't left me for Black*Star.
'I wonder,' I thought to myself, 'does Black*Star watch her favorite movies with her? and does he hold her when she cries at the sad parts? Or lissten to her play-by-play after the movies?
'What about singing to your music while you dance to 'Purple Rain? Does he do any of these things like I used to?'
Fourteen months and seven days. That's how many days I've been missing you. How many days since you left me. And right after you left me, you and Black*Star had a 'special time' in the back of his car. We both know that it should have been me in that car with you.
'I know love happens all the time. YOur on my mind all the time, Maka,' I thought.
'Will he love you like I love you, will he tell you everyday? Will he make you feel invincible with every word he'll say? Can you promise me if this one's right, don't throw it all away. Could you do all these things, will you do all these things, like we used to?' I mentally asked her.
I heard a knock at the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I rolled out of my bed, and padded down the hall in my pajama pants, and opened the door.
"Soul," Maka's quite voice said, thick with tears. I felt her arms wrap arond me, and felt her warm tears fall on my bare chest in the dark. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
"What's wrong, Maka?" I whispered into her hair. She shook with tears against my chest, and said nothing. "Maka, please, answer me. What's wrong?" I begged.
"He left me, Soul. He left me for Patti," she sobbed into my chest.
"Shh, it's okay. Don't cry," I murmurred, petting her hair, rocking her back and forth. I kissed the top of her head, and lead her in, and sat her down on the couch. I sat down next to her, then she crawled into my lap.
"Is this how you felt, Soul? When I left you?" she asked, looking into my eyes with her bright green orbs.
"Something similar," I replied.
"Will you ver be able to forgive me, and be my friend again?" she asked. "I know I hurt you too much for you to ever fully forgive me, too much for you to ever love me again, but I at least want you to be my friend," she said, looking down at her hands. I sat there in shocked silence for a moment, watching the hairs of her bangs fall in her beautiful green eyes. She looked up at me, worry plain on her face.
"I forgave you the second you gave up on me," I told her. Then I pressed my lips to hers. I pulled back. "And I never stopped loving you."
Yeah, I know. If you liked it, review, if you didn't, piss off, because I had to get it out of my system.
~Isabelle~