It was a lovely evening. The last one they'd have for a while, Maka predicted.
There weren't many clouds, and the ones that were there dipped into the skyline and turned shades of red, like a blazing fire. The sun fought sleep off as it slowly lowered below the horizon.
Maka and Soul just strolled through the park, enjoying their surroundings. But it was quiet. They hadn't talked since they left their apartment.
"Wow," Maka broke the silence. "It's so nice out."
"That's exactly what you said before we left." Soul chuckled.
"Was it?" She sighed. "I don't remember that, sorry. I've just been a little..."
"Discombobulated?"
"No, I don't think that that's it."
"Scattered? Clouded? Over-thinking?"
"Just shut up." Soul closed his mouth. "Thank you. You were giving me a headache."
"That's what I'm here for!" They laughed. The silence returned.
"It's just so nice." Maka said, again.
"Is something wrong?" He asked. "You seem... Closed off." He wrapped his arm around her and led her to a bench, so she could sit down. She pressed her eyes closed and sighed.
"I'm scared, Soul." She whimpered. "About next week... This is the last day that... That..." Soul shushed her.
"To be honest..." He cleared his throat. "I'm nervous too. I wouldn't want to..." He stopped there, and looked away.
"Wouldn't want to..." Maka repeated. He wouldn't look her in the eyes. "Soul... What-" Finally, he swung around and landed a kiss on her lips. She sat, completely stunned. He pulled away.
His eyes were misty. "Just shut up, okay?"