The lucky little meister
She still can't believe that she's so lucky.
When Maka Albarn awoke this morning the first thing she noticed was the bright morning sun and the fresh breeze against her skin. It's autumn. October.
How long has it been now? Five years? The mission on the moon, the fight for their lives. The battle against fear and madness.
Maka sits up and rubs her eyes. A small smile forms on her lips. So much has happened since back then and sometimes it's hard to believe that she is so lucky.
After their deadly mission on the moon she and her partner Soul graduated and their lives separated. He took a position in Oceania while she stayed in Death City and started to study. After a whole year of hoping, a whole year of missing and wanting Soul had returned to Death City, to her. He was a famous musician by then and a confident handsome young man. She had always been waiting for him. Her friend Liz had even tried to make her go out on dates with guys but she never accepted. Thinking back she kind of gets why some people thought of her as pathetic. Maka was afraid that Soul was going to leave again or that he maybe had a girlfriend or even worse- that he was married and had a family! But luckily there was no girlfriend and no family. He had returned and it was like he'd never been gone.
For a few months they hang out every day- as friends of course though her heart always wished for more- and she decided that she'd accept another woman by his side as long as she could stay in his life.
On the 20th October he told her that he wanted to get married. Her heart broke- it hurt but she faked a smile and wished him good luck and told him how happy she was for him. Of course Maka didn't ask who he was going to ask and she didn't really want to know anyway.
On the 23 October he asked Maka Albarn to please marry him someday.
She can't believe that she is so damn lucky!
The next year they stand in front of the altar. He holds her hand and all their friends and families are present. Even her father cheers for their bond. It was one of the happiest days in her life.
Now she wakes up every morning next to her snoring weapon and she still can't believe how lucky she is. Soul mumbles something in his sleep and Maka smiles at him and watches how his eyes open slowly. She loves their intensive red color.
"Mornin'" he mumbles and ruffles his snow white hair. Maka loves his soft hair too.
"Good morning, sleepy head!" she gives him a warm smile and he replies with one of his toothy grins. God, she loves that man.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks as he sits up and pulls her into his arms. She giggles and kisses his chin.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you…like this I mean."
He gives her a gentle kiss and whispers: "I am the lucky one my sweet little meister."