Without even thinking Maka had put in her ponytails earlier in the morning; she had forgotten.

"Maka, are you coming?"

"Yeah, just a second."

Maka slowly and cautiously removed her ponytails. It had been awhile since she saw herself with ponytails in her hair. Maka began to comb through her hair with her fingers.

"You aren't going to miss them are you?" she asked Soul.

Soul shook his head. "No. It makes you look more womanly," Soul approached Maka slowly, as if he were a lion and she was an antelope. He wrapped his arms around Maka, "and sexy," he said with an unusually deep tone.

Maka pushed him away. "Soul, not now."

Soul smiled and began kissing her neck.

". . .Soul. . ." Maka moaned.

Maka could hardly resist him. The way he could touch her, kiss her, know her, the way no one else could. No one else really knew Maka, at least not the way Soul did.

Maka finally found her inner strength to resist Soul at that moment. Maka pushed him away again, but this time with full force.

"I mean it!"

Soul found himself against the wall. "I didn't know you were so sore."

"I am more than sore, imagine someone kicking you in your special spot," Soul thought for a moment and cringed. "That times twenty is what I'm going to feel in the delivery room!" Maka's tone suddenly dropped from angry and shouting to serious and calm. "If you can't stop acting like," Maka stopped as a tear ran down her cheek, "like you're a kid, I don't know how this is going to work."

"What are you talking about?! I am just a kid, Maka! I'm 18! These are suppose to be the best years of our lives! You just turned 18! I'm sorry that I haven't accepted this whole way of life yet!" As Maka's voice dropped Soul's did as well. "And, I know you haven't either."

There was a great silence between them for minutes on end, until Maka spoke.

"What happens now?"

Soul scratched his head and shrugged. "I don't know."

Maka looked up at Soul with her teary eyes. "I think we should spend some time apart. Figure out what we both need."

Soul started shaking his head furiously. He walked back over to Maka and held her face in his hands. "No. I'm not doing that."

"Soul," Maka sobbed, "If we are supposed to be together, then we'll find each other again. If you can't trust anything else, trust me."

Soul concentrated on Maka's eyes and the way they released tear after tear. Soul nodded. "I trust you."

Maka smiled and kissed Soul on the lips.

Soul chuckled and wiped Maka's tears away with his thumbs.

"Enough, why don't you get us something to eat from town. I forgot to go to the grocery store this week."

"I'm sorry," Maka said. Maka shrugged her shoulders and plastered a huge fake smile on her face, like she was a four year old asking for a toy.

"Okay, I'll be back in an hour." Soul kissed her on the cheek and left the apartment without a worry.

"Miiko was right, staying with Soul is only going to hurt him in the end." Maka wished that what they fought about was just another scenario of her pregnancy brain, but she knew it wasn't. What she thought in her brain had to be true.

Maka continued to stare at the door, she realized what she was doing was for the best, what she was doing was the best for Soul. Soul would be better off without her, without the baby. He could live his life as normal as he could get it. He could party hard with Black Star like he wants to. Even Black Star could be happy with Tsubaki and getting his best friend back to normal. She was convinced that she was doing the right thing for Soul.

Maka smiled and left the door. She strolled down the short hallway and entered her room. She quickly packed up all of her possessions. Her shirts, her skirts, her pants, her shoes, her ties, and her black coat that she always wore that Soul had given her when they first met. She folded the blankets and sheets on her bed into a square pile, that would sit on the corner of her bed for Soul to find and wash later.

She only had a few minutes until Soul would get back, but she couldn't find the postcards that her mother gave her over the past years.

"Where did I put them?!" Maka shouted at herself.

It dawned on her that she had shown them to Soul in his bedroom a few nights before. She never took them back. There was no point in bringing them back to her room. She had planned on moving into Soul's room in the near future, but now it was all different.

She ran to his room and scurried around the papers searching for the postcards.

"Ah-ha!" She screamed as she finally found her mama's postcards.

She stuffed the cards into her coat pocket and ran out into the living room where her bags and other things were.

She clutched the handles between her skinny fingers and walked through the door.

"Where are you going?. . .Meow," Blair asked.

"Blair? Where have you been? You've been gone for months."

"I was," Blair smiled with her little kitty grin, "on vacation."

"Please take care of Soul for me."

"So, you're leaving for good?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I have to. If I don't leave now he won't be able to be 18."

"The kid?" Maka nodded. "I understand, Maka."

"Could you give this letter to him, please."

"Sure." Maka slid the envelope under Blair's little paw. "But Maka," Maka released the door handle and turned back, "before you go can I ask you something?" Maka nodded. "If we stay in contact can I come and visit you and the babies. . .as Auntie Blair?" Maka smiled.

"Maka, pizza! It's your favorite, pepperoni!"

"Soul," Blair said as she appeared out of the shadows.

"Blair? When did you get back? Where's Maka?"

"Maka told me to give you this."

Blair slid an envelope across the floor toward Soul's feet. Soul picked it up, the envelope said ~Soul~.

"What's this?"

Blair tilted her head, hinting for him to open it and read.

He nodded and opened the envelope. He began to read the letter inside the envelope.

~I never thought I would have to say this to you, Soul.

When you come home, you will see that I have packed my things and my drawers are empty. I've left everything that was ours to you, including our pictures. Like the one of us by the bushes outside, or the one of us looking up at the sky, or the first sonogram we put on the fridge.

Days ago I thought our love for each other would stand the test of time and nothing could come between us and the bond we made over the babies.

I didn't tell you the whole truth about the day I saw Miiko. She said that if I stay with you you would just end up getting hurt; she was right. This is the way things need to be.

You can do all the things that you wanted to do your senior year. Party as hard as you can with Black Star and the other friends that I know you have, you were just trying to be nice because you knew I didn't have many friends outside of you guys, except Aikye. But seriously, go out with Erik and Sora, you can even go out with Kaito. I know I didn't approve of him before, but he's okay with me now.

Get a new partner. I bet Tsubaki could find an even better match for you than me. She'll probably set you up with Hotaru or Amanda, they are exactly like you, hot tempered, partiers. It won't be hard for you to resonate. Or, if you don't want another girl for a partner the last few months of school then, maybe Kami or Soma's boyfriends will work. Kaede and Ryan are best buds, but they're complete assholes; they might work for you. It'll be a little creepy if you use Kami's boyfriend because she has my mother's name, but it's really okay with me.

Find someone else, Soul. Take someone like Emi or Yuki or Selena to the prom, I know you never admitted it, but you always looked at their asses when they passed us. I think we've tried as hard as we could to make it all work, but it won't, not as long as we want to be normal.

It's time to go our separate ways, I've graduated early from DWMA, so you don't need to worry about that.

No one knows where I've gone, or where I'm going to be.

It isn't your fault that I'm doing this, Soul, I don't want you to think that.

I believe that me leaving now is the best for the both of us.

We still have our happy memories from the past, all I want for you is a happy future.

I think a year from now when we're all settled and ready to see each other we'll probably laugh at how silly and dumb we were. I hope that in the future I can give you a meeting with your son and daughter. I didn't want this to be hard on you, but I know it will be.

I want you to know that I wish you all of the best. I want you to move on, Soul. I hate that I have to say goodbye to you, even though I want to spend every minute with you.

I'm not coming back, you shouldn't try to find me, I want you to have a normal life. Goodbye and farewell.

Love, Maka Albarn~

". . .Maka. . ." Soul's face that once had a bright, vibrant color to it was now expressionless and plain. He looked as if he was going to cry.

Soul looked at Kitty Blair and pounced.

"I know you know where she is! Tell me!" Soul was acting like a mad man.

"Meow, I don't know where she went. The last thing I said to her was,"If we stay in contact can I come and visit you and the babies. . .as Auntie Blair? And she nodded; she never said where she would be going."

"Does she have her phone with her?"

"I'm guessing yes, but she won't answer you. She'll probably end up getting a new phone or a new number."

"I can't believe that she would do this!"

"Maybe she just needed some time on her own."

At that moment Soul remembered something Maka had said to him earlier that day. "If we are supposed to be together, then we'll find each other again. If you can't trust anything else, trust me."

Soul looked to the ground and sighed.

"Why would you do something so stupid?" Soul said to himself, but he was obviously talking about Maka.

Soul walked off to his room.

"You aren't going to eat the pizza, meow?" Blair asked.

"I'm not hungry right now, I think I'm just gonna go to bed."

"Alright."

"Hey Blair."

"Yeah?"

"If you ever do see Maka again could you please tell her that I miss her and love her?"

"Sure."

Soul walked into his room, but as he did Blair saw a tear free falling to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Soul."

Soul was changed into his baggy blue pajama shirt and black baggy pajama pants. His face was still lifeless and plain. As he sunk down under the covers of his bed that he used to share with the love of his life Maka Soul lifted the small black box that Spirit from his pants pocket and set it on his night stand. He sighed again and laid his head down on his pillow.

"Oh my god," Blair whispered to herself. She was watching Soul as he walked to his room and through and small crack in his door as he set the box on the night stand.