Run. He told himself, even though he could barely get enough air.
Soul sprinted down an endless road, running from what seemed to be nothing at all.
It doesn't matter now. Just keep running. He thought to himself. But the voice that spoke in his head wasn't his. His running came to an abrupt stop, and something stood in front of him.
Something small that was trying hard to be big. And it was working.
"You're never going to beat this." It laughed. Soul's ears began to ring, and he collapsed onto the hard pavement.
"Soul!" Maka yelled. His head shot up, nearly hitting the back of the seat behind him.
"What happened?" He said quickly. "How long was I out?"
"Just... Just for a moment, Soul." Maka seemed to giggle.
"But... But..." Soul couldn't find the right words to say. That dream felt like hours... A shrill sound pierced the air, the bell. Maka started putting books into her bag, and she slung it over her shoulder.
"Want to get some coffee? You look exhausted. I hope you're not staying up too late again," She laughed. "At least it's Friday." She began to walk away.
Soul took a step forward and nearly collapsed. His legs felt like lead, but also like he had no bones. Like they melted away.
That was just a dream... Soul began to sweat, but stayed standing and walking, so Maka wouldn't worry. It was a dream, right? Soul tried to ignore the pain in his abdomen and kept walking.
