Author's Note: Another update! ^^ For an lj meme I wrote ten drabbles for Soul and Maka, so I'll be able to update frequently for the next few days, I guess. Haha. Hope you enjoy!
And thanks for the reviews, SilverStella, Enthusiastic Reader, and Midnight Ghost. They're always appreciated. =]
Warnings: None. I don't really know where on the timeline this takes place, though. xD Open for interpretation, I guess.
She remembered briefly her days of innocence, when she would wear brightly-colored ribbons and flowing dresses and still be accepted by society, not big boots and a black trench coat to flaunt her strength.
Fights revolved around who had the most height, who had the better crayons, and who could color in the lines the best, not plundering souls straight from their bodies and whose weapon made the least amount of mess in the aftermath.
Reality had yet to sink in, and when it did, it felt like stones sat at the pit of her heart and weighed it down each day.
With Soul standing walking beside her on the sidewalk, she grabbed his hand and remembered those days sadly again.
But, she supposed as their fingers interlaced, she would probably miss this the most, and smiled instead.