Soul was at the worst part of his life, and what she said hurt the most.
"Do you have anything to say Maka?" He asked, rather pleaded with pain in his crimson eyes, tears threatening to drip down his skin.
"Y-Yes.." She coughed with a weak smile. "Finally."
The one word confused the scythe for a moment, before she could carry on, he asked her to laugh for him one last time.
"Say s-something... To make me laugh then.."
He panicked. "Did you know your name is a anagram for scythe? See your name is you, how cool is that?" He laughed weakly with tears slowly rolling down his face.
This little fact did earn a small giggle from the pale girl. "You better write that on my grave." Soul knew she was joking, and gulped as he asked for her final words.
"W-What did you mean by finally Maka?" He held her petite hands with a sigh as he braced himself.
"Finally," she said, with a small, weak smile and a cough. "My fate has caught up with me, i-it was meant to happen ye-years ago..."
Soul's eyes widened as he figured out what his partner was saying.
When Maka finally said what she wanted, she smiled as her body went limp, and her head fell to the side.
Soul was shocked, and still holding on to her cold, lifeless, hands with a strong grip. He attempted to hold back a whimper, but it didn't work, he placed his head on her bed and cried.
A month later, Soul cried at her grave as he read it through. "Damn, this is so not cool Soul." He muttered to himself. "Maka.. Why?"
Her very last words were at the bottom of the gravestone. No matter how long he stared at it or how many times he read it, he would always cry slightly, as her voice rings in his head.
"I'm finally able to die, as I should have years ago...But now I can die knowing someone cares."