Disclaimer: Soul Eateris not mine~
Author's Note: My professors are slowly killing me with homework, so sorry if these updates are slow and short. Spring break is coming up soon, so hopefully I'll finally get around to writing oneshots instead of tons of drabbles. Haha. For now, this is what I've got. Hope you enjoy!
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Her papa used to do so many things for her when he cared.
He taught her to read, which she still carries out devotedly and on a daily basis. He bought loads of ribbons for her, and threaded them through her seemingly honeyed pigtails when she got too frustrated to do it on her own. He bought her fashionable dresses, and led her around town by the hand so he could proudly show her off to the other fathers. He tied her shoes, and forewarned her about how bewildering and dangerous boys could be to someone as beautiful as her.
How hypocritical, she thought bitterly as she leafed through an old scrapbook that featured the two of them together. Now I can't trust guys at all. He makes them seem so terrible. She closed the book, as if playing keep away with the pictures would erase the memories completely. Even after putting it away, however, the fragments of time remained in her mind, and in her wounded heart.
She clenched her fists, nails digging painfully into her calloused palms, about to break the soft skin. He used to adore her, and now he only broke her spirit. She turned to leave her apartment to clear her mind, but a strong arm caught her and held her back.
"Maka?" he asked her, snapping her out of her reverie. "Are you okay?"
Fine, she figured, smiling at her partner's genuine concern, maybe not all boys are bad. "Mhmm. Just a little nostalgic. Hey, Soul, want to go for a walk?"
He arched an eyebrow at her strange behavior, but earnestly followed, dutifully concerned.
She loved finding loopholes.