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10. "Goodbye" kiss + soma (WHAT WHY GOODBYE I DON´T KNOW I'M SAD ALREADY)
Soul brushed her hair out of her face and let his fingertips linger on the shell of her ears. Her eyes widened but she did nothing to avoid the hand that she once yearned for, and still did.
The temperature around them dropped as he asked Maka one more time: Is there nothing I can do to change your mind. But she was already too wary, and knew too much, to be swayed by his wavering resolve. She needed an anchor, someone to rise with, not someone who couldn't even convince himself that he was worth it. And so she looked away from him, brushing his hand away with a simple tilt of her head, and she said no, it's over, and it's been over for a while now.
He dropped his hand to his side, gritting his teeth as he looked down at the booth's table. Of course it was too late. Their innocence was broken, shattered as he was. If only they'd tried a little more, pushed a little harder, maybe tried to mend their bridge. Maka had said it was easier this way, better even, to separate now before they hated each other and continued to hurt over something like this.
They wiggled out of their seats. Soul left to pay for their final meal and Maka carried herself to the back of the restaurant, the numbness of her heart slowing her down. She held onto the wall next to her just before entering the bathroom, unable to make it to where Soul couldn't reach her. But wasn't she always somewhere he could? Didn't she make herself open to his heart? What went wrong… what went wrong…
His familiar footsteps appeared behind her now, and his very presence compelled her head to turn to him. Soul pulled her from the plaster, holding her in a loose hug. It'd been so long. Muscle memory took over for a brief moment, her chin tilted up and his down, and they met in between.
She could taste the sorrow and the regret on his lips, all the emotions that she had learn to love in time long ago. His gentle touch was like a brush of a feather… and then it was gone, leaving no mark as he left without another word…