Disclaimer: Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Ōkubo
She's running. Breaths coming in short fast puffs, visible in the cold air. She's pretty sure she lost him a while ago but she doesn't bother stopping, the scene of her papa and that-that whore repeating over and over in her head, again and again until her head hurts and the streets look like a blurry mess from unshed tears, because she wouldn't cry, refused to-
She wouldn't-
Wouldn't-
They spill over-
She feels a sudden rush of anger, because even her eyes were betraying her, at her papa for always, always doing this, for his philandering ways, for telling her he loves her and mama, at herself for believing him. Violent sobs rack her body, she stops running, crouching down and wrapping her arms around herself to keep it all in, but the tears keep coming and it's kind of hard to breathe after all that running.
She doesn't know how long it's been but its dark now, grey clouds cover the sky, signaling rain, but she doesn't bother getting up, numb from all the crying.
She notices the wavelength of his soul before anything else, and then he's standing in front of her, panting, asking her where the hell has she been, he's been searching everywhere, what did she think she was doing. He sounds angry, she notices, but she can feel his soul vibrating, feel the uneasiness and the worry come off him in huge waves and the relief as well, and tears are welling in her eyes again.
He notices, like he always does, stops his angry rambling mid sentence and gently nudges her soul, asking in his own way, asking if she's okay, asking what's wrong. "Soul…" she whispers, she's crying, again, and he doesn't wait for her to finish, hugs her, tells her it's okay he's here, and she cries even more because he is, he's always there, no matter what, and she's so so grateful.
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