Author's Note: I haven't updated in quite some time, and for that, I apologize. And I apologize again for such a small update even after all this time. xD But I've been having some rough days, so I haven't exactly been in a particularly creative mood. But I just wrote a bunch of drabbles for these two, with a one-shot on the way. Hopefully I'll get around to uploading those soon. ^^ To those who read, thanks for your patience.
Thanks to the reviews last time from Midnight Ghost, SilverStella, and SandmanCircus. I appreciate it. All the reviews are appreciated! 3 As well as those who favorite, and alert to it. I hope the next few drabbles I put up are satisfying! Haha.
Warnings: Hmm...None. Just a bit fluffy, I guess. xD
"You don't always need to be strong. Every once in a while, something's gotta give, Maka. If you bottle it up, it'll just explode."
"Like you're one to talk," she spat back, frustrated not with him, but with herself; yet taking it out on him, as always, seemed like the sweetest release. She wiped sweat straight from her forehead, watching distantly as the beads spattered onto the cemented, cold ground. The young girl could barely stand, but refused to fall. She would never fall apart, no matter how many corrupted lives she would be forced to steal before their time.
Suddenly, though, she felt a crushing and unexpected embrace. With Soul's arms wrapped tightly around her, despite all protest, she could no longer contain it all, and burst into tears. They flowed into the cracks of the crumbling pavement beneath them, mingling with the blood and the perspiration. She never felt so ashamed, and yet so relieved, in her entire life.
As she breathed him in, she realized just how much better this bitter release could be.
"It hurts me, too, you know," he whispered as she held onto him.
