She's takes a long drag of the cigarette she been smoking on. Inhale and exhale; that's all she's capable of thinking. She'd snuck onto the roof of her apartment earlier; stealing the key from the security desk weeks prior had been advantageous.
The wind blows her loose hair around her face. It was going to rain soon; Maka could smell it in the air. The sky was darkening. By the time the first drop could fall, she would be gone from this life. The world would not miss her; she was sure of it. The precipitation would wash away her existence. No one would weep for her.
She threw the cancer stick to the ground and stood up from her spot. Using the heel of her shoe, she put out the remains of her last smoke. Walking to the edge of the rooftop, she could see all the people going about their day. None of them noticed her; everyone too busy with their daily lives to pay her any mind.
Then something happened. She had barely noticed him, the albino boy making his way out of some mechanic's shop. He was so different. How had her mind overlooked him?
He was the only one to notice her; the only one to happen to be looking up that day. She hadn't heard at first; the way the panic in his voice obviously alerting passerby's. No, her mind was only focused on the feeling of the wind and her breathing.
Everything was dark; she hadn't realized she had closed her eyes. She was only feeling. She hadn't felt anything in years. She had no time for feelings. Her core always felt so numb.
For so long she felt empty. All she wanted was to feel something other than the emptiness. She didn't want to feel the loneliness anymore. So for the first time, she was beginning to feel free. She was so engrossed in this new development that she hadn't noticed the commotion just below her. She hadn't noticed anything until the sound of police sirens filled her ears. She opened her eyes to witness the scene.
All eyes were on her. The officers were shouting something at her, but she didn't care. These people didn't know her. They didn't understand her life. They knew nothing of her past. Maka could make out the red hair of her father nearing the officers.
"Maka darling… It's your papa. Please don't jump. I love you so much," Maka drowned him out of her mind. How could he stand there and lie to her. She saw the way his eyes were red and watery. He had actually cried for her? Had he finally realized what he was about to lose? Was this the only way she was going to get any affection from her parents.
She couldn't take it anymore. She was actually going to do it. She leaned forward a bit, feeling the air tense. She could feel herself falling forward so freely. Before she could completely fall of the building, she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist and pull her back onto the safety of the roof.
She turned to glare at the person who dared interfere. There behind her, still holding onto her tightly, was the albino boy.
"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled at her. She could tell his question was rhetorical. He knew exactly was she was trying to do. She tried to pry herself from him, but he wasn't going to let her off that easily. The rooftop doors burst open, the open space filling with cops who grabbed the pair and began leading them downstairs.
Maka saw her father first once they got downstairs to the lobby.
"MAKA!" He ran up to her and crushed her to his chest. "Your papa was so worried!"
She noticed the boy was being congratulated and praised as a 'hero'; although, his eyes stayed on her. She just wanted to go home and hide in her room away from the world. She was starting to feel dizzy. Too much was happening at once. Everyone was talking or asking her questions. Her knees were getting weak and she felt sick. The last thing she was able to comprehend was the albino boy coming to her rescue again.
"She's coming to," Maka heard an unfamiliar voice. Her head hurt like hell. She groaned and opened her eyes that felt way too heavy. She saw those red eyes staring at her.
The boy cleared his throat nervously and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The silence was awkward and tense. Maka just wanted to shake him by the shoulders until his head rolled off.
"Um…yeah...Hi." That was it! She stared at him with her emotionless eyes. She couldn't do this. She couldn't handle this.
"Hi," Maka said softly before turning away rather rudely. He stayed for a while before finally leaving, saying his goodbye quite awkwardly. She looked at the wall clock to see that he had stayed for about an hour. He had actually stayed? There was no way that he could actually care about her well-being. This was uncharted territory for Maka.
That day, her father had visited and read to her one of her favorite books. She actually appreciated the gesture. A few nurses had come by and made sure she was okay. Other than that, she had slept most of the day away. After three days of visits from her father, the nurses and the strange boy, Maka was finally being released from the hospital. She was all ready to go when the boy came around his usual time at four.
He entered in silence as always. Maka didn't mind. She had begun to appreciate his company. His presence made her happy knowing that someone who didn't need to bothered with her, actually wanted to be around her.
"I heard this is your last day," He began suddenly.
"Yeah, but I won't be going home," Maka said softly. During those three days, a social worker had visited and pressured her father into making Maka attend a few sessions to determine if she had a mental disorder. She tried to protest, but everyone thought it was best for her.
"I um hope you don't mind if I visited you or something. Wow I just sounded so uncool," He mumbled that last part to himself. Maka was shocked. She was sure he would go back to avoiding her once she was released from the hospital.
"S-sure. I don't mind. I'm being sent to a mental hospital out of state for a while though," Maka answered back quietly.
"It's cool. I'll just see you when you get back I guess."
"I'll be back one week from tomorrow," Maka informed. She didn't understand him. He confused her ever so greatly.
They talked more than they ever had that day. She found out that they attended the same school and even had some of the same classes. They didn't have too much in common; in fact, he was quite different from what she expected. She found out that his name was Soul Evans and that he was actually very wealthy. He and his brother were both talented musicians, although he gave up that lifestyle a long time ago. They were both the same age, with him being a few months older.
Maka was actually sad when Soul had to leave. They both parted with friendly goodbyes. She couldn't wait until this next week was done so she could see him again.
