Two teenagers strolled through the abandoned streets of Death City as the drowsing sun started to set while handing the stage to a mad-looking moon. Their shadows look like they're leaning onto each other. As the two friends walked side by side, they didn't know that the sun wished that they would be finally together before lulled itself to sleep.


Death the Kid

I sighed. Maka's glowing face seemed to brighten my day even more. I can observe her all day. The way her lips curved into a symmetrical smile. The way her ponytails jump up and down when she gets excited.

The way her emerald eyes glistened when she found something interesting. The way she tilt her head when she was confused or clueless, it was the cutest thing for me. And lastly, the way she says my name with her melodious voice.

I sighed again. She turned around and looked at me dubiously. "Is something wrong, Kiddo?" She asked. I gave away a laugh. "Nothing. It's just that you're even more beautiful when you smile. You should smile more often." I said. All of it is the whole truth. I'm not teasing, making her fall for me or woo her. Woo?! I would never ever woo Maka.

All I want is to wait for her. Time will tell, as my Honorable Father used to say. I noticed her face turned into a whole new shade of red. "T—thanks." She stuttered. That made me fall in love with her more. The way she stuttered makes her more adorable. I groaned inwardly. I'm being cheesy and girly.

"The way your eyebrows knitted and the way you write furiously, scribbling everything Dr. Stein said in class makes you adorable." I said with a smirk. Another. She blushed even more, seemed to appreciate my compliments. As we walk to her apartment, I started to do that.

I would tell why I fell for her in an oblivious way. To make her understand why I chose her instead of the other girls. "The way you dress in simplicity makes you the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." I don't like girls who wore skimpy dresses. It's not about what you show them but the way you act towards them.

"You're an independent girl." I said. I don't want girls who depend themselves on their boyfriends. I want someone who can fight and stand for herself. To be able to fight. "You're the strongest girl I have ever seen. Your graceful movements make me stop and watch in awe. I—"

I paused and mumbled quietly that nobody will ever hear, even the setting sun, "I love you." "Pardon?" She asked with a confused expression in her lovely face. Her skin tone turned back to normal. "Nothing." I said innocently. She pouted playfully and I realized that I was climbing their apartment's stairs.

When I'm with her, time and space will stop. When I'm with her, I don't care about the rest of the world. As we headed upstairs, I'm in my own little world right now, lost in thought, staring into space and riding the train of thought. Sometimes, I ask to myself, "Would Maka return my feelings?" But I don't care what the answer is; I would sacrifice my own happiness for her, just to see her smile and hand in hand with the lucky guy she loved.


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Short but I hope you appreciate this like the way Maka appreciate Kid's compliments. Hope to hear your thoughts.

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