Hey guys! This is the Third and Last Chapter of Unsaid Feelings and I hope you like it! Once again, all reviews are welcome, good AND bad. Getting better and making you guys happy are my ULTIMATE GOALS so any constructive criticism is welcomed. :) Please enjoy! ;D

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I woke up to the warmth of Soul's hand in mine. It had been two weeks since he was confined to the infirmary. I slept there by his side every night but he wasn't conscious to notice. Professor Stein said that his condition had gotten better and that he would be ready to fight in no time. Despite what he said, I couldn't completely be at ease. Black St*r, Kid, Tsubaki, Patty, and Liz visited often and they would usually try to cheer me up by saying things like, It'll be alright and He's way too strong to be killed by that. I guess those words kind of helped because I knew what they were saying was true. And what makes me any different from them? They all probably feel the same way I do but they know that sulking isn't going to do anything. With that in mind, I decide to sleep at our apartment, this time. I would just visit Soul first thing in the morning the next day.

That night, I slept better than I had in a long time. I don't know if it was because of the comforts of being in my own bed but I never felt so relaxed before. The next day, I went to school feeling really good, not just because I was able to sleep, but because my heart told me that something good was about to happen today. And just when I pushed aside that thought, there he was, sitting up on the clinic's bed.

"Soul! You're finally awake," I say

"Yeah. I woke up a few minutes ago. What happened?"

"You were knocked out cold. Probably around two weeks."

"WHAT? I was asleep that long? That's so uncool. I would have expected myself to wake up in, at most, three days…"

"Well, you didn't," I say, grinning. He returned to the usual Soul and I couldn't help but smile at that. "Professor Stein said that you could go back to school when you wake up. Unless you don't want to."

"I will, I will. I don't wanna miss another day. Two weeks was enough."

I left the room and waited for him to get dressed and when he was done, we both walked to the classroom together, just like before.

o.o.o.o

His behavior in class was the same as always. He was passive and didn't really listen much; if at all. During breaks he talked and laughed with Black Sta*r and Kid while acting "cool." Yup, he was back to normal. What bugged me, though, was that there were a bunch of girls surrounding him after class. I wasn't jealous, no, not in the least. It's just that I couldn't help but overhear my name in that conversation. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but they were just so damn loud.

"How could Maka do that to you again?" asked one of the girls. "Isn't she supposed to help you? Instead, she almost killed you. Again."

"She didn't really do anything wrong. It just sort of happened so suddenly." He replied.

"But if it weren't for her in the first place, you wouldn't have been in that situation, would you?" asked another girl.

"I guess so. It wasn't really a big deal. It's not like I died or anything. Anyway, I have to go home with her so if you don't mind, I'll be going now." He said, rather nonchalantly. "Let's go, Maka."

I tried getting out of the classroom as soon as possible to avoid the death stares of those girls. On the walk home, I stay as far away from Soul to avoid starting a conversation. And I couldn't get what he said earlier out of my mind. It wasn't a big deal? He was pretty much saying that it didn't matter. Not to him, at least.

o.o.o.o

Upon arriving in the house, Soul threw himself on the couch, turned on the T.V. and just sat there. I didn't like the awkward atmosphere and I didn't want to wait for him to start saying something.

"You were really pale, you know." I say to him.

"Really? If you heard what I said earlier, it's no big deal so don't worry about it." He says as he flicks the T.V. channels. Annoyed, I march up in front of Soul, covering the T.V. in the process.

"Could you move a bit?"

"No," I say, sternly.

"What's your problem?"

"You are."

"What are yo-"he says before I cut him off.

"Did you know how much I worried about you? How much I cried at night because I was scared I would lose you?" I said, not letting a word escape his mouth. "And earlier, in the classroom, you said it wasn't a big deal. But it was for me! I stayed beside you every night just to make sure you were okay. I didn't even care what people thought anymore because I was too busy thinking about you."

I was so angry that I quickly ran out of the apartment, into the rain, to hide the tears that were falling from my eyes. I couldn't look at Soul without wanting to punch him in the face. I just ran and ran, not caring where my scrawny legs would take me, that is, until I tripped and fell on the cold, hard ground. I just sat there, crying my eyes out, covering my bleeding knee.

"I heard you, you know," said a voice from my back. I turned around to see Soul looking at me. I hadn't noticed that he followed me here.

"Heard me what?" I say, sniffing from crying so much.

"I heard you cry beside my bed when I was unconscious." He said. "I heard you ask Professor Stein how I was doing every now and then. I heard you and the gang talking about how I was going to be fine and… I felt you holding my hand."

"Y-you were awake?"

"I love you. That's what you said in your sleep one night." He adds.

"What? N-no I didn't! You must have been dreaming, or something. How could I have said that? It was probably someone else, right?" I ask, getting flustered and mentally slapping myself for being so obvious.

"Yes you did and I heard you loud and clear. You even tightened your grip on my hand. How do you expect me to sleep when I felt like my hand was gonna fall off?"

"W-well, so what if I said it?" I mutter, looking at the floor to hide my cheeks.

"Listen to me," he tells me, raising my chin up with his hand. "Since you said it, I guess I have nothing to lose now. I love the way you smile when we defeat some bad losers, the way you look when you're studying or taking tests. I love it when your face lights up when you get a postcard from your mom and how you look at me when I feel down. I love every time we walk to school together, every time we go on a new mission, and every time you hold my hand when we begin a fight. But do you know what I love most of all?"

"W-what is it?"

"I love your perseverance and your determination to make me the best Death Scythe. Don't you get it? I love… you." He said. "I only said those things in the classroom because I didn't want to worry you. I said it wasn't a big deal so you wouldn't blame yourself. But… I ended up hurting you instead, so I'm sorry.

We were outside, that rainy night, looking at nothing but each other. I couldn't say anything because everything I wanted to say sounded stupid after hearing what he just told me. Without saying a word he put his jacket around me and pulled me closer to him, making me feel his breath on my face. I tried looking away but his eyes were just so captivating that I couldn't bring myself to. Next thing I knew, his lips were gently placed on mine and there we were, sharing our first kiss. When we finally separated, I couldn't look at his face without feeling embarrassed. I felt my cheeks burn despite the temperature being the coldest in the year. He scooped me up in his arms, probably being careful of my wound as he carried me home.

"And one more thing, Maka," he says.

"W-what is it n-now?"

"You should really stop talking in your sleep."

So that's it! This is me, sheeploverfangirl7, signing off of Unsaid Feelings. I hope you guys enjoyed! B-)