A/N: Crona is a guy in this story. Also, MakaxCrona is not the theme in this. It's friendship. Warning: Maka suicidal in this story because of, well, you shall find out. :3
"Maka! I'm home..." I called out quietly from the door. I walked up the stairs. "Maka...?" I heard a noise from her room. I saw her standing there, cuts lacing her arms. Blood dripped from a few of them. She glanced up at me, tears trickling down her cheeks. "He isn't ever coming back, is he? That one stupid soul. I miss him." I walked up to her, and embraced her in a tight hug.
Seeing her cry made my heart hurt. I never thought she was cutting herself. I put a hand on her wrist, not caring about the blood on her wrist. "Don't do this to yourself. He is always in your heart." I muttered, not sure what to do. She never pulled away. Maka let out a shaky breath, then a sob escaped from her. I let go of her wrist, not sure what to do. "Maka, I need you. Please stay with me. You are the most important person to me. I owe you my life." I said, my voice shaky and cracking.
"I won't leave you, Crona. Don't worry." Maka said after a few minutes. I pulled away from the hug, and smiled a sad grin at her. "Thank you, Maka."