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Walk With Me
Summer had arrived. Even in the nights you could taste it in the air. That hot, almost wet, feeling all around you. Soul had always like it. It was atmospheric. It was better than the cold or the rain. Cold meant extra clothes to keep the weather off you, rain was the same but in the Summer you could really feel the weather.
He took one last breath of the hot sticky air and then, finally, opened the door. The cold blast hit him immediately. Letting out the outside air in the form of a sigh he crossed the threshold. He was home.
Lately he'd been hesitating at the door before entering. Sighing more when inside. Maka didn't understand the Summer the way he did. The cold air helped her think, she'd explained, he wasn't really listening. Sometimes he couldn't bring himself to hear her. He disagreed so strongly he couldn't bear her logical explanations, he scientific proof. Her damned persuasion just annoyed him when he thought otherwise. He knew it. He could feel it.
He fell onto the couch as the sweat that covered his body cooled and began to freeze him as it always did. He pulled out a blanket, he'd cleverly hidden it under the cushion so Maka wouldn't "tidy" it. Wrapped in the blanket Soul closed his eyes. He could hear her foot steps, socks on the wooden floors. But for these few seconds there was peace.
"Soul!" He could hear the smile in her voice. His eyes opened and he returned it. As much as he might complain and long for quiet he didn't mind being greeted like this. She seemed kind of like a puppy sometimes, happy to see you, eager to please.
"Hey, Maka." His voice came out different than he expected, more tired, laboured. She looked at him for a second, long enough to acknowledge his words, and then turned away. Her mind was somewhere else. They were both a bit out of it. The day had been long and because they were apart it was hard to discuss it.
Maka half sat, half leaned on the arm of the couch and Soul decided to make a suggestion.
"Let's go for a walk."
She looked over at him as if judging if he was serious. Having realised he was she countered, "But it's night time! And it's about a million degrees outside."
He didn't want to argue. Now that he'd said it he really needed to go outside. He needed it to be with her. In one (surprisingly) swift movement Soul threw off the blanket and took Maka's hand. In five long strides they reached the door. Maka looked puzzled but Soul knew what he was doing. Soon they'd be out there.
He opened the door and pulled Maka through the doorway. He heard her sigh and for the first time he thought about what she likes. Maybe, just like him, she held in that last bit of the air she loved before letting it go and surrendering to the other side. Or she was just a little shocked that he'd pulled her out the door.
He didn't know where he was going. The streets were easy to loose yourself in at this time of night especially if you want to be lost. But the walk felt nice. It felt like how everything should be.
Soul looked back to Maka who was trailing half a step behind him. Their hands were still together, clasped tight around one another. That was what he was missing all along. He'd stopped walking now and was looking closely at their hands. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs, and let it out. The Summer air was wonderful but he could let it go. He could let it go for her.
