She could hear his voice, deep within her memories. That charming crooked grin, with those sharp teeth. Where was he? She missed him so much, she was losing it now she knew. Her sanity was slipping away along with her hope of seeing him again.
Soul.
Soul Eater.
Her beloved weapon, friend, and the man she was head over heels in love with. Where was he? When or would he be coming back? Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she bit through her lip, making it bleed. Her soul quivered, feeling it coming. It had started not long after he left, the nightmares.
The nightmares held no demon, just shadows. All consuming shadows, that dragged her down into nothingness. Her mind, her senses all went numb. Down to her soul. She felt so numb, as if she wasn't really existing.
It was clawing at her mind now, she put her hands to her head. Crying out in agony at the feeling. The gnawing hunger was closing in, the break of her mind. She knew she was going to snap, tonight was the night. Her petrified green eyes closed, her sanity vanishing. It was cruel, insanity was so very, very cruel. As the tears streamed down her cheeks, she saw memories of what had held her together.
"Maka." His deep voice called to her.
They were so vivid she swore she 'felt' him.
His skin on hers, gentle and reassuring as she gave herself to him for the first time. His breath, hot in her ear as he panted. The moans spewing from his mouth, his whispered affections afterwards. His strong arms holding her close, keeping her from shattering. She trusted him, she will always trust him.
"Soul...where...are you?" She whispered into the darkness of her room.
She barely tasted the salt from her tears on her chapped, bleeding lips. Then, she was hit with another memory.
His sweet, dark music flowing into her ears. It was their weapon-meister anniversary, he composed a piece about them. She drank it in eagerly, as his hands flowed over the keys. Afterwards, she had no words for him and he had said all he wanted and needed to with his music. They shared moments of content silence, comfortable with the company of each other.
"Maka." He was gazing at the piano, but turned to her. His dark ruby eyes showing more depth that he normally let out. She glanced at him.
"Hmm?"
He paused, the length of a heartbeat.
"I love you."
Her green eyes widened, and that was how they became more than friends. More than meister and weapon.
She tightened her closed eyes, her body shuddered. She would not make it through tonight, the fear of that crept into her mind. The fear of him not coming back, the fear that the insanity warped and twisted to take control of her. It was there. It would never fade.
The last memory, him leaving. It hit her worse than any kishin had, it caught her breath. It was suffocating to remember this.
"I'll be back soon Maka, don't worry." He was in a chill mood, as always. She bit her lip, nodded and kissed him before he left. On a mission, he was a deathscythe now and she was to stay put at the academy.
The pressure increased against her chest, time seemed to stop as did her breathing. She shook, the tears continuing. Then, she could breath again and she screamed in agony.
"SOUL-!"
With that, it all went black. The swarming shadows, fears, delusions of her mind swallowed her up. Her soul flickered.
Several thousand miles away, he looked up with a tense frown.
"Maka."