A/N: Hello! Please read this is a very important note.

Here we are, the end that was bound to happen. It was a lovely journey with all of you my wonderful readers, followers, reviewers, everyone! It's been a while since I've started writing and I have to admit this isn't the best work, but that is why I am going to re-write this once it over, but that doesn't mean that I won't start the sequel so keep your eye out for 'Everlasting Sun in the Dark'. Yes, there will be a sequel, I've had this idea for a long time now. Again, a special thanks to everyone, enjoy!

I don't own Soul Eater...

Chapter 14.

Maka's P.O.V

A few days ago, I was crowned a hero, a survivor of the Mountain of Death, but I certainly didn't feel like one now...

"What do you mean Soul?" I asked, my hushed tone rising, anger bubbling at my blood.

"I told you," he repeated once again, his face stoic, voice void of emotion, blank. "I don't know what you thought we had, but whatever that was, it never existed. You're delusional."

Yes, you guess it. I suppose I should have seen it coming, but everytime those crimson eyes peered into mine... I guess I, I was in love, but it's too late for that now.

The truce had been remade, celebrations and festivities had taken place and my mood was plummeting. I was sinking in rough oceans of emotions, violent waves plunging me back deeper everytime I gasped for breath.

Today was the day the royal family of the Kingdom was going back. Farewells were mandatory but I know for a fact that if I go out there I'll break, my protective shell will crack and I'll be remembered as vulnerable and that is something that I can allow.

Anyway, on the other hand, drastically different from my brewing storm, the Realm improved considerably. It was brighter, happier, the air felt... somehow lighter and don't get me wrong I couldn't be more grateful. Mother took notice of my strange behaviour and so did Liz, Patty (They made it too), Kid and Black*Star, but everytime anyone tried consoling me, or even try pry into my mind, I'd shut them off, storming away. I know that if I don't stop this I'm bound to lose my closest friends too, but they have to understand that I need to be alone for now. After all, it was only days ago when...

I smiled, a blushing climbing to my neck as I felt Soul's hand slip into mine. It's only been a day since we made it out, and he hasn't tried to hide his affection at all, but it was unwitnessed by either royalties.

Drastic changes happened ever since the curse was lifted: the sun was shining brightly, moods changed, and somehow, the air felt even lighter.

Ironically, no one payed us attention, most of it diverted towards the feast being prepared for our safe return. (Lies, I know that mother just loves feast and when Soul's mother found out they wouldn't stop squealing.)

We were spending the day lazily in my room, Soul sleeping most of it away while I read, curled up on the couch.

A few hours later, he woke up, goiong out and coming back minutes later.

"Treats!"he announced. Only then did I notice the box of pocky in his hands.

"I hope you didn't take mine," I chuckled, glancing up.

"Blech," he made a sour face. "They're strawberry flavoured, for me it's either chocolate flavour or nothing."

I shrugged lightly, eyes dropping back onto my book as he turned on the TV in the corner of the spacious room.

"Hey Soul?"

"Mhm, yeah?" he replied, not breaking his concentration from the bloody movie displayed on the bright screen.

"Can I have some chocolate pocky?"

"No," he replied, abruptly.

"Why?" I whined, setting my book down.

"Because," Soul teased. "You didn't say the magic word!"

"Abracadabra?" I joked. "Alkazam?"

"Ha-ha, nice try, but I'll give you a hint. It start with.. 'P'"

I pouted,"Fine, please?"

"Alright," said Soul, grinning devilishly.

He pulled out a piece of Pocky from the box and, instead of giving it to me, stuck half of it in his mouth.

"Oi! I'm over here, idiot."

"I know," replied Soul with a mouthful of pocky.

He shuffled closer to me until they were breathing on each other, their eyes boring into one another's. I could feel another blush coming on as Soul nudged the other end of the pocky towards my lips.

"You want me to bite the other end?"

Soul nodded.

"While the other half is still in your mouth?"

Soul nodded again.

I recoiled a little, feeling a little embarrassed. Soul just leaned even closer.

"Pervert!" I yelped.

He smirked slightly and before he could start with a snarky response, I bit onto the other end of the pocky stick.

"The things I do for pocky," I muttered under my breath, snapping a part off my end. He bit at his, leaning in closer. Gradually, the only space between us was centimeters, and I briskly bit off my end and retreated further away from him.

"Aw!" Soul complained. "This isn't how you play!"

In a shot of confidence, (don't ask how I even got it), I narrowed my eyes at him, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt. "If you wanted a kiss you could have just asked."

Soul smiled, and not one of his usual smirks either, a geniuine smile, a real one and at that moment when his lips touched mine, I couldn't be any happier and I nothing could bring me down from my cloud. Oh, but how wrong I was...

... "But Soul, I-I-"

"You what? Love me? Maka, wake up please and get reality check because I've never felt anything for you."

"How could you say something like that?" I asked, throat raw, unshed tears dwelling in my eyes.

I shook my head at the memory, sniffling quietly. Here I was, sitting in my bedroom, watching them triumphantly leave from my window. Watching as he left and took my heart with him, and there was nothing I can do about it.

A/N: The ending of an adventure is the beginning of a new one, so I'll see you all soon.