"Would you like a receipt?"

Soul looked at the cashier and nodded his head yes. Soul was standing at the front of the register, finishing his shopping for Maka. He wasn't fully awake but what the hell. He felt a little bit sleepy but he is happy.

Soul is in love with Maka.

He grabbed the receipt from the cashier and in a cool way that he could, he walked out of the store. In his right hand were the grocery. Soul wanted to make Maka breakfast to wake up to. The night he had spent with her was more than he ever expected from her and from him. It was the first time he felt this way. It was the first night he have ever spent a night with a girl he fell for. Nothing could change what they experienced.

That night in his apartment, the world was theirs. He love the way their body shaped together as they danced. He love how her hands were small enough to his but powerful enough to make him feel safe. He couldn't explain the way she felt connected to him. It was like a new door was opening for him and he didn't want to close it.

He smiled as though he won the greatest prize in the world, Maka. If he could use a scene from a movie to describe the way he felt, it had to be the ending scene from The Breakfast Club. All Soul needed to do was raise his hand in the arm and have some catchy song play afterwards. Maybe he wasn't that cool to have something like that happen to him but in his mind, he was Judd Nelson. Soul switched the bag from one hand to the other. He would be home in five minutes and hopefully in the next hour, Maka would be eating breakfast.

Soul thought about her as he walked towards home. He still was in disbelief that she was here. Who would had thought that out of all the shitty nights he had, Maka was there to help him through it. The best thing about the whole situation was she didn't even know that she comfort him and she was willingly to be by his side even though he broke her apart all those years ago. He broke himself too when he said those words. When he thought about it, why was he so scared?

What was wrong with loving Maka?

He was a couple of minutes away from home. I should make Egg Benedict, he thought. Or maybe a simple waffles and eggs. He wanted her to eat something that would make her feel amazing, the same way she had made him feel. Far ahead, her could see the outline of the apartment. His heart was pounding. Everything started to become real. After this moment, would Maka become his girlfriend?

Just a couple of yards away, he was home. Soul smiled and he couldn't resist it. This is the way of how things work. It was his time and his time to make things better. He looked at his watch. It was a little after 6:45. Maka should be asleep still. They had a long night. Soul felt the fireworks start again as he thought about their kiss. He would kiss her again.

Soul walked towards his apartment for the next couple of seconds. His mind was rushing from Maka's hair to Maka's expression and back to music. My Funny Valentine was the perfect song to play. Maybe he should play it again while he made breakfast. Soul made it to the front of his door. Everything looked the way it had when he left, untouched. He reached in his pocket to pull out a key. He pushed the key into the lock and turned. Here was the moment for a new life.

Soul pushed the door as he turned the knob a little more to the side. Everything was still and silent. He walked towards the bedroom to make sure Maka was still asleep. His heart pounded faster and faster as he reached closer. He felt that his heart would break out before he could even reach the door. Hopefully, his heart didn't pound to loud to wake Maka up.

The colors on the wall blended together as he walked down the hall. For some reason, the blending of the colors seemed to change into something dark. Maybe the racing of his heart made Soul feel this way.

Go back.

Soul was near the door.

Light popped out from the bottom of the door. It was shining too bright. Soul squinted his eyes as he slowly dropped the bag on the floor and put one hand on the knob and the other on the door. Just a little peak to see she's okay.

Minutes seemed like seconds and seconds seemed unreal. Soul opened the door and peaked.

His heart stopped for a moment.

Where is Maka? Soul opened the door a little wider and walked in. The bed was made and everything that he saw yesterday morning was intact. Soul walked to the part of the bed where Maka would had been. She was laying right here last night. There was nothing left of her.

Soul was wrong. There was something wrong to love about her.

Maka didn't love him.

Soul tried to hide his frustration, his sadness, his confusion but a piece of him couldn't. He walked out the room, grabbed the bag of grocery and walked towards the kitchen. He released some of his frustration as he threw the bag towards the kitchen. A big bang ranged throughout the room. He didn't care. He shouldn't had put so much hope into this. Soul walked into the living and sat on the couch.

What is wrong with me? He press his palms to his eye. The thoughts in his mind were right. Go back, go back, go back. This wasn't suppose to happen. She was suppose to be here. Soul laid on his back on the couch and folded his arms behind his head. He couldn't think straight. He needed something to distract him. Soul closed his eyes and emptied his mind. He shouldn't care. He doesn't care. But he did.

She's gone.