Standing face to face;
Her steel toed boots met his sneakers easily, face to face, chest to chest, hand to hand. They stood staring at each other. Green eyes verse red eyes. Sadness drowned both pairs of eyes. Sadness, pain, hatred, deep love, and far too more.
Why was he doing this to her?
Why couldn't she see that he had to do this?
Wrapped in your embrace;
He pulled her into his arms and she nearly lost the tears that threatened to spill over like rain falling from a leaf. His lean, yet muscled arms held her to him strongly, as he cradled her in his chest. She bit her lip to keep from crying out the anguish.
I don't wanna let you go;
She gripped onto him hard, not wanting to let him leave her. She had to keep him right there with her. She'd do anything to keep him against her. To keep his arms locked around her. To keep his head rested atop hers. She'd do anything… she just needed the chance. To tell him, to fix this, to do what she needed to do.
But you're already gone;
It was futile; she knew… he wasn't even really here with her anyway. His mind already made up there was no way to change it. She pulled back, looked up into his eyes and noticed they were unfocused… as though he couldn't really look at her. A spark of hope flared in her chest, maybe he wasn't hard as a rock as she thought he was.
Now you kiss my cheek, soft and bittersweet;
His arms dropped away from her, his head left hers, and his warmth was sucked from her, leaving her colder than a winter night. He trailed his fingers down her arm until his hand was firmly wrapped around hers. He leaned in, tilting his head to the side and kissed her cheek. Emotions ran through her like knives; sweet, kind, loving, bitter, angry, hating.
I can read it in your eyes;
She wanted to drop to her knees as the force from that simple chaste kiss overwhelmed her. Why did he have to do this? Making herself to look up into the uniquely colored eyes of her Soul, she could read it plainly in his eyes…
Baby, this is our goodbye;
He was saying goodbye to her…forever. There was no turning back. No redo-s. Just simply goodbye. They weren't going to be anymore. This was an ending…an ending she did not want or ever thought would happen. They had a Meister and weapon partnership like no other and he wanted to end it all?
Let go of my hand;
Soul felt Maka wrench her hand from his and he felt like a weight crashed into his chest painfully. She looked up at him and he nearly lost control when her broken voice whispered hoarsely, "Please don't touch me." he had hurt her and he knew it.
So I can feel again;
But he knew that once they walked away from each other tonight, she'd be able to move on. She'd find a new weapon partner, a new guy who would love her the way she was supposed to be loved. Soul, himself wasn't good enough for her and they both knew it, both felt it. Though she'd never admit it.
Nothing's gonna hurt as much as that final touch;
But what he also knew was that that last little touch of her soft skin sliding across his calloused hand would be the death of him when he went back home to live with his brother tonight and thought about it. When he was alone in his new bed in his new room, when he couldn't sleep, when he tossed and turned, he'd think about how much pain that little touch brought.
Her small voice brought him out of his reverie quickly, "We can…we can still be friends, can't we?" she choked out the words and he hated himself for what he was about to do.
No we can't be friends;
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a small step back. With an air of cool that he'd practiced all his life, he lowered his voice to a monotone pitch spoke, "No, we can't be friends."
Cause I don't think I could take seeing you and knowing where we've been;
Her slim shoulders hunkered down and he watched as she closed in on herself. It was heart breaking watching this proud, strong and amazing girl break before his eyes, but he couldn't be her friend after they were done with this. It would kill them both.
And if she thought about it, she'd realize it too. It was too painful to pretend like they were friends when they both knew that being so close to one another but never being able to go back to the way they were would kill them.
A quiet voice echoed in his mind, if you want her so bad why are you leaving her? He pressed a finger to his temple, the answer to that was simple: he wasn't good enough to be with her the way she wanted him to be. He was cold and a little harsh toward her, but never once had he lied to her or cheat her. He was insensitive, but he wasn't cruel. He loved her and she loved him, but he wasn't fitting of her love. And once he was gone from her life, she'd see it too.
I hope you understand;
He cleared his throat before he could talk to her, "I'm sorry, Maka. But it's for the best."
She only nodded her blonde head, unable to speak.
Nothing more to say, nothing left to break;
Neither of them said anything else, Maka stared at the floor, Soul stared at her. He wanted so desperately for her to say something, but he knew by her posture that he wasn't going to get anything from her. At least not yet. Wracking his brain, he looked for something to say to her. Something that would comfort her or maybe get her to tell him what she was thinking. But nothing came to mind.
I keep reaching out for you hoping you might stay;
"Soul, please, you don't have to do this. Whatever it is I did that made you feel like this was the only option, I'm sorry. It's not. Please, Soul, please…we can fix this. I want to, don't you?" she choked on her words and felt warmth slowly start to fall down her face.
Nothing more to give, nothing left to take;
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words fell from his mouth. Instead, he sighed and shook his head. Maka's mind begged her to cry out in misery. Why, why, why, god, why was he being so stubborn? There had to be a reason for this. Had to be a reason why he wanted to end it, why he wouldn't see reason and fix this.
I keep reaching out for you;
Her hand reached out for him, but she brought it down again. She couldn't seem weak to him. Not right now. He was being strong about this and so would she. Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply and evenly for thirty seconds. Opening her eyes again, she realized that the tears were being held at bay. She was fine for now.
One step my heart is breaking;
Soul inhaled a deep breath as he watched Maka regain her composure. That was the girl he knew, the girl he loved, the girl who wouldn't appear weak if she knew she could be stronger. He gave a small, tight lipped smile before turning away and taking a step toward the door. Deep inside, he felt his heart breaking. That damned organ that he kept so carefully guarded had been captured by the small blonde girl behind him…and yet he still wouldn't give in.
One more my hands are shaking;
As he took another step toward the door, Maka's hands shook painfully. He stood just before the door, his hand on the knob and she had hope he'd turn around and welcome her back into his arms. But when the door opened and he stepped out, her heart shattered.
The door is closing, and I just can't change it;
She tried. She tried with all she had. And it still wasn't enough. He walked out into the hallway with the door closing on his retreating back. And dammit all, there was nothing she could to change that damned little fact. Nothing more she could do to bring him back. He was gone from her life. Forever.
I keep reaching out for you as you turn away;
To hell with weakness. The lock snicked into place and her entire, carefully created composure fell away. Torment rang through her small body and a haunted cry erupted from her chest. She called out Soul's name, hoping to bring him back… but he was already too far gone. She could never reach out to him again.
