The fault in me
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Angrily she pulled her oxygen tank after her as she climbed the hill. The hill they sat so many times on. The hill they laughed, smiled and kissed on. The hill where everything began. Their chapter together.
When she reached the top, her knees gave in. The tears stained her cheeks and even her trembling hands couldn't wipe away all the tears. They all flooded down like waterfalls, two waterfalls that had infinity amount of salty water. The kind of infinity she wanted. The kind of infinity she desired most of all, but she couldn't have.
A scream tore her throat and howled to the grinning moon gazing down on her without a care in the world. Her hands clutched her short blond hair as she collapsed on the grass.
Oh how much she wished she could turn the clock back and re-live the past months, how she could always live through the little time they shared together.
She cried and she cried. The stars gazed down on her without any comfort. She didn't care if anyone heard her. She wanted them all to hear the pain that was inflicted to her just by one simple phone call.
"Maka."
She didn't turn around. There was no need for her to look behind her.
"Maka."
Snoot covered her lips and she didn't care what condition she was in. She was hurting and that was all that she could comprehend at the moment.
"Maka. I'm not dead."
"I know." She cried out, still clutching her head. "But it is so unfair." She hiccupped, unable to control her pain. "I was supposed to go first. Now with this… life is so unfair!"
"I'm sorry." The husky voice came closer and soon a weight beside her slide on the ground. Hands gently lifted her head and placed it on his lap. "If I had a stronger body, you wouldn't be in this situation. If I was stronger… we c―"
"Don't say anything!" Tears soaked the man's pants, she cuddled closer to the man and buried her head in his lower stomach. "It isn't your fault you got cancer Soul! It's not your fault the cancer spread! It is not your fault!" Her hands clutched to his shirt as the man's fingers ran through her short hair. "Just… don't let me go… Just hold me… if you don't, it will be your fault."
He chuckled weakly, a poor attempt at lightening the mood and he held her shoulders close to his. "I won't. I will stay with you till my dying breath."
She cried into the man's lap the entire night as he soothingly ran his fingers through her hair, rubbed her back or simply squeezed her close to him.
That was the hill where they met. The hill that became theirs. Where they could find the smallest of infinities in each other's embraces. Where they could feel a little less lonely and a little more loved. A little less sick. And there, on that hill where the smallest of infinities was found, there was where their journey ended.