A/N: Turns out I did have enough time to write another one!

I don't own Soul Eater.

X-x-x Miserable Memories x-x-x

She had books. Lots and lots of books.

They filled her room, stacked up neatly against the bare walls. Text books, biographies, autobiographies, fiction, nonfiction and the occasional romance novel. Practically her own miniature library. Maka had so many books that she occasionally went through the piles just to remember what she had and didn't have. And that was how she was filling her time at the moment.

The meister was bored, Soul was lazing about in his room, Blair was out at work and Maka had already finished her homework for the night. Sighing she picked up the closest bound hard back, smiling as she remembered how she came to obtain it.

"Uh, you see." He was scratching the back of his head. "I didn't really know what to get you….so here just open it."

Doing as she was told, Maka tore the paper away from the present, excited by the thought of what Soul had bothered to give her. She grinned when the thick hard back book flopped onto her lap. It was one that she had been eyeing for a while. She just never had the money to pay for it. (Her father was late to give her weekly allowance, as usual)

"Thank you so much Soul! I love it!" She stood up and placed the new novel on the coffee table before flinging her arms around her startled partner, who stood there for a moment before gathering himself up and retuning the embrace. "You know me too well!" She laughed into his shoulder.

"Yeah, Happy Birthday."

It was a really good read indeed.

Dropping the book back down, her eyes searched for others that would provoke her memory. The green orbs found purchase on a small pile in the very corner of the small room. Her child story books, the ones that her mother and father used to read to her before they were separated, because afterwards she wouldn't even let her father read a single word to her. He had hurt everyone; not a father in her eyes anymore. Just some guy she was forced to live with until she was old enough to join Shibusen.

Maka shuffled over to them, spreading them out on the carpet. Picking up the closest she read,

Cinderella.

Maka glared at it. She didn't like fairy tales. This one in particular. She associated it with her parents, their divorce for that matter. Thumbing through the pages, she found what she was looking for.

The last page was as you would expect. Except for the end.

The last sentence was a struggle to read, as it has multiple lines through it, but Maka already knew what it said as she was the one to scribble over it.

They lived happily ever after.

The meister smiled at herself, she had defaced it the weeks after her mum left home. Underneath the dark black lines she had written something else.

'Happily ever afters' are stories that haven't ended yet.

The blonde had believed this for a long time after, only until she had turned Soul into a Death Scythe did she realized otherwise.

Life is what you make it out to be. True, we are all going to die in the end, making it an unhappy ending. But it is what you do before then that counts. What you do, and who you spend that time with.

You are the architect of your lifestyle. However, it takes two to tango as they say. It takes two to make a life together.

And she was very happy to have Soul as her other person, her builder if you like. She'd design how she wanted it.

But he'd make his own changes, make it better for her.

And she was more than fine with that.

A/N: What do you guys think on the matter? Is there a happy ending in life?

It's a bit deep. Sorry, my Grandmother died today. I was itching to write something ever since i found out this morning. It's made me start to question things a lot more than i used to.

Thanks for the reviews last chapter.