A/N: Please leave a review and left me know what you think. These chapters seemed to go by pretty fast. This chapter is suppose to be longer, but I broke it down into two chapters, instead to add suspense and I want this story to last longer. There will be two more chapters left, three if I'm lucky. This story is coming to an end. It took me forever to do this story, but this was fun! I hoped you all enjoyed it. Follow my other stories, if you want.

MAKA'S POV:

I sighed, staring at myself in the full body mirror in the bathroom of my hospital room. I bunched up as much as I could of my blue dress in the palms of my hands to see the damage on my hip. My wound was slowly healing, but it would leave a scar. I had always prided myself on how great my skin looked when my profession was going to be mostly combat, despite the fact I rarely revealed any of it except for my school girl skirt. I pulled my dress down that went to down to my knees. Would Soul notice my scar? I groaned, pulled my hair into tight pigtails, Come on, Maka! Stop caring about what he thinks.

"Yes, Maka. He doesn't care about what you do. Soul Eater Evans is a heartless boy who ripped out your heart in front of you. He said so himself, he never loved you." I looked at the corner of the mirror, seeing a small silhouette of a strange creature. A wide smile on his face. Haven't I seen that smile before? I shook my head and went to the sink to splash water on my face.

As I gathered the water in my hands, pressing the cool liquid to my face, I couldn't help but feel chills. Trying to forget the little creature. The hallucinations were starting to go away. Professor Stein didn't understand how they lasted this long, but he said the cut on my side was very deep. I rarely saw the creature thing, only when I thought of Soul. Sometimes the walls moved, or the bed shifted. It always made me feel better when someone came to visit me. It kept the hallucinations at bay; distracting me from my own mind was helpful.

I walked out of the bathroom, shutting off the light after me. My bag was sitting on the bed, waiting for me to leave. I was depressed. A part of me didn't want to go home, knowing eventually I would have to face Soul, but I really missed being in my own bed, with my friends... I had hoped everyone would be here to see me home, but the only one who was coming was Tsubaki. There was even a small ray of hope that Soul would come for me. I went to my bag, playing with the zipper. Despite what Soul had done to me, I still loved him.

It took this entire experience to realize that. I was practically on my death bed when I realized and had to come to terms with the situation. I was in love with my weapon, my partner. Instead of returning those feelings, he shot me down and stomped on what ever remained. I punched my bag as hard as I could, hurting my hip.

Groaning, I sat down slowly in a chair next to my bed, tears coming to my eyes. I've ruined everything. I should have just ignored the kiss and everything Soul said. Pretend it never happened. Now things will only be awkward between us. If there even is an us anymore-

"Maka?" I looked up to see Tsubaki peeking in the doorway at me. I sniffled, wiping away the tear that escaped, "Hey." She smiled at me sweetly, but I could tell she noticed me crying. The way she looked away, she was embarrassed to see me this way. Professor Stein walked in, "You'll be okay without the antidote, Maka. Any remaining hallucinations will disappear in the next day or so. Just allow your wound to heal and visit me in five days to remove the stitching." I nodded to him, picking up my bag. Tsubaki rushed to my side, "Here, let me carry it."

I groaned, lifting it and slinging it over my left shoulder, "I'll be fine. There's no need to pamper me." She smiled, tilting her head at me, "If you say so." I waved goodbye to Professor Stein, "Thanks for everything." He only nodded, waving at me in a bored manner. Tsubaki and I walked down the hallways of the school. A few students waved and said 'Hi' as usual. There were a few who just stared. Probably because I got hurt... Morons.

We walked from the academy and into the city streets. Tsubaki cleared her throat, "How have you been feeling today? Any more hallucinations?"

I shrugged, thinking back to the bathroom hallucination, "Only one today. I think they'll end tomorrow..."

She nodded, her arms clasped in front of her, "I hope they're nothing terrifying or confusing." I looked down at my shoes, watching my feet take me home, "A little. It's kind of hard to explain." Tsubaki smiled, "Well, I bet Soul will be happy to see you. He's been so miserable since you've been gone." I looked at Tsubaki, to see if she was lying. She kept her eyes focused at the apartment ahead of us. She hummed quietly to herself. Soul's probably just guilty that I remembered. I hung my head as we reached the apartment in silence. Tsubaki walked behind me, making sure I didn't fall backwards on the steps. I kept my gaze on the floor as she opened my apartment door for me. The moment I lifted my eyes, flashes of colors fell in front of me. Oh God, not another hallucination!

The moment the colors fell away, I was looking into his eyes. Crimson. He was a complete mess. His eyes had dark circles under them, and his lips pressed together into a fine line. He looked like a lost little kid. He was still handsome regardless. All the crazy emotions came back to me the instant he looked at me. My stomach twisted, making me more nervous. The speech I had come up with the past couple of days vanished and I became blank. I was lost of words. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but the words were caught in my throat. I love you...

Yet, as I stared at him, the only thing that came to mind was what he said. 'Well Maka, the thing is... you were dying.' Those painful words. The only thing that escaped my throated, "You."

SOUL'S POV:

I ran my hands through her bangs, bushing them away from her face. The feeling of her hair against my finger tips felt like silk. Her green eyes were looking up at me, a small smile grew on her lips. Her thin body clung to my side, fitting perfectly against me. One of my arms was wrapped underneath her, stroking her hair and the other held her hand against my chest as we laid there in bed, wrapped in my bed sheets. This was perfection.

Maka didn't speak a word to me, just simply staring back at me. Her breathing was even, her chest slowly rising with my own. We were always told that our souls looked to be resonating, but not exactly. They don't know. They didn't understand us. They could see our souls, but not experience it, feel the strength we produced together.

"I love you." I spoke to her, still getting lost in the emerald orbs. Her smile slowly disappeared, "Maka?" I looked down at our hands clasped together and saw red, coating our fingers. I sat up quickly, to search where the color was coming from. I'm not the one bleeding. I looked down to see Maka laying there next to me, screaming, crying, and clutching her heart. I yelled, "No!"

I pulled away the blankets that covered us, her blood began to cover my torso and legs. I flinched from the horror of it all, falling off the bed in the process. I looked up to see Maka, shocked at what I saw. She laid on her left side, chains around her wrists. Her emerald eyes staring at me, lifeless. Her lips parted as blood fell from them. I started to cry hysterically, "MAKA!" I covered my face with the sleeve of my shirt, hiding from this nightmare.

I pressed myself against my dresser, closing my eyes from the sight. Suddenly I heard ruffling from the other room that made me open my eyes again. My bed was normal, the sheets still white. Maka was not there, her corpse no longer bleeding on my bed. I wiped tears away from my face. It was just a dream, Soul. It was just a dream. She's safe now. She's alive. Go to her and see. She's alive. It's just a dream...

Go to her... I ran to my door, trying to push it open. What the hell? The door wasn't locked, but it wouldn't open. I could hear voices outside the door, mumbling to themselves. Black Star was here last night, maybe he didn't leave? I pushed hard against the door, feeling something on the otherside of it. Someone doesn't want me to leave.

I have to see her! She's alive, I know she is.

With one hard kick, the door flew open with a loud thud. "OW! My face!" Black Star? I walked out into the hallway to find a chair on top of Black Star, stepping over him cautiously. I glanced up to find Liz, Kid and Patty staring at me. "What the hell is going on here? Why was I looked in my room?!" Patty hopped her way towards me, joy just radiating off of her, "We have a suprise for you and Maka!" What?...

I looked around to see what they've done. None of this is going to help Maka in forgiving me. This is only going to make it worse, she's going to overreact, "What have you done?! Maka's going to kill me." I shook my head at the balloons above the door, the banner, the food that waited on the counter. This will only make me look guilty...

Black Star leaned against me, "There's no need to thank us." Me? Thank you guys?! I shoved him away from me, my heart felt like it would rupture in my chest. Someone kill me now, "You guys have no idea what's going on. This isn't going to fix anything!" This will only make things worse! I tried to reason with my friends, but they all ignored me. They were too wrapped up in their suprise party.

"You'll never know unless you try."

"I can sense them coming. Hide!"

I shook my head, wanting to throw up so bad, "This isn't happening..." I stood there, staring at the door, waiting for my meister to walk through. The seconds felt like hours, dragging on slowly before my life would end. She'll get rid of me for sure. Suddenly, the balloons fell, hiding her from me. Once they all fell to the floor, she looked right at me. She was dressed in blue. Her hair was in her trademark pigtails. Her eyes looking up from her bangs. The color returned to her face, she looked normal. No, beautiful.

"Suprise!" I could only stare at her, wondering what she would say to me. We were never apart for this long before. It's been four days. What did she think of me now? She hung her head, hiding her eyes as everyone yelled suprise, "Soul planned this for you!" Yes, Patty. Make it worse. For me to fix this, I have to clear the air right now, before this gets any worse. My heart broke as she finally spoke, "You."

So it begins...