A/N: Firstly, I know I'm brilliant but no, I do not own Soul Eater.
Secondly, sorry for the end, I'm awkward with writing stuff like that.
Thirdly, I hope you like it :D
Let Me In
The light from her room was still shining under the door. He hadn't seen her since she's walked through the door tonight and she'd immediately disappeared to her private space. It was clear that something was wrong. He wanted to know what. He wanted to ask. To walk into her room and fix it. But it wouldn't be that easy, it never could be with her.
She didn't like to tell him the things that mattered. At least, not while she was still upset about them. She didn't let him help her. It felt weird to him that they resonated souls, they were connected at the deepest part of their being, but she didn't feel as though she could talk to him.
He would always listen. He waited on the couch til after midnight hoping she'd come out. If not to talk to him, he hoped, she'd at least come out for something to eat. But she didn't. She was probably waiting for him to go to bed. For the lights beneath her door to disappear. For solidarity.
But he couldn't leave her alone. He couldn't stand to know that she was upset and he'd left her. There was no way he could sleep. Only one thing could make him feel better and that was to talk to her, to find out what was wrong and to make it better. The only thing holding him back was the fear that he might not be able to help. He felt guilty for considering his own stupid self esteem. At least he might make her feel better, his fear shouldn't factor in.
He took a plate of food as an excuse to enter and walked up to her door. Taking a deep breath in he knocked on the door. There was no answer.
"Maka." He half whispered, half sang. Still no response.
He decided to take his chances. He twisted the door knob and slowly opened the door.
The light of her lamp glowed in the corner of her room. On the bed were sheets of paper spread out all over the place. Right in the middle, on top of all the paper, was Maka.
Her body was curled up in a ball. She taken her hair out of its characteristic pig tails and it was flowing freely over her shoulders and face. She was sleeping.
Soul put down the plate and walked over to her. He sat on the bed a safe distance from Maka's peaceful sleeping form. He saw that her hand was clutched around a pen. On the paper she'd written:
"I feel like I'll never get stronger. Everything I try seems to fail. I feel like such a failure sometimes. It's not fair to Soul. He doesn't need a weak partner like me. And I know he worries about me when I'm upset. He's still awake. I wish he'd just give up on me."
He took the pen from her hand, took the paper from beneath her. When he was done he moved her under the covers and folded the piece of paper neatly, placing it on the bedside table.
In the morning she woke to find a letter.
"I feel like I'll never get stronger. Everything I try seems to fail. I feel like such a failure sometimes. It's not fair to Soul. He doesn't need a weak partner like me. And I know he worries about me when I'm upset. He's still awake. I wish he'd just give up on me.
You're wrong.
I stayed up to help you. I stay with you to bask in your brilliance. To be accepted. To be loved. You're the strongest person I've ever met. You don't have to do anything alone. Let me in."
A/N: I wrote half yesterday and half today so if it seemed a bit disjointed in the middle, sorry.
I'm thinking of starting a sort of project-y thing so if you're interested in writing with me just say in a review or email me, my email's on my profile. :D