Yay! Here is chapter thirteen! XD (my lucky number) I cannot believe I have gotten this far in the story. It is so much fun! Glad to get some reviews for the last chapter. It was a bit gory I will admit …but, people said that I didn't write about the fight enough. So I just had to write in that part ;).

Soul: …

DV: what?

Soul: you….I am gonna kill you! *lunges at DV

DV: Whoa! *dodges* What are you so pissed about?

Soul: why the heck did you write that fight?

DV: Well it IS part of the story.

Soul: I don't frickin care! Maka….maka….she….

DV: I know… I know… but remember I told you I would torture you for that one fight.

Soul: I know…but… did you have to do that? I..I … can't seem to…. * whimper/cry*

DV: :'( it's ok Soul let it all out ( XD)

I do not own Soul Eater or the characters, only the story you are reading now… well technically you aren't reading it now but that's not the point….

!ON WITH THE SHOW!

Soul's POV

It has been a week and a half since we arrived back at DWMA. I have to say this has been the worse time ever.

Maka has been in the hospital the whole time. Ever since she fell asleep in the town she hasn't come to. I couldn't bear to leave her side (after all it was my fault she is hurt right?), she seemed so breakable, delicate.

I waited the time out with her, well I did that... until I was kicked out and told to 'go home and get some rest. She wont be going anywhere.' Assholes.

Now I am walking the dark streets of death city around ,what, two in the morning. And even though I tried I couldn't keep my mind away from Maka.

It took all the strength I had to not turn around and rush back to her side. I don't want her waking up to a empty hospital room. What if she can't remember what happened? I…I…just wanna be the fist thing she sees. That sounded sssoooo sappy!

I turned the corner to the apartment complex and drug myself up the stairs. When was our apartment so far away?

I clicked on the lights, setting down my bag before I closed the door and locked it. The room was cold and quiet, no sign of Blair (or anyone for that matter) being there. I grabbed a soda out of the fridge and flopped myself on the couch, maybe a little scream would take my mind off of things. After an hour of the movie I had to turn it off. Every time a person would be killed I could see Maka in their place. I tried to clam myself down.

Before I had noticed my body had carried me into Maka's bed room. I paused for a second then sat myself on her bed only to hear the faint crack of glass. I shot up from the bed as if my ass was on fire. There was no glass on the bed (to what I could see). I lifted the mattress to find a picture frame, I pulled it out smiling. It was a picture of Maka and I , the picture was covered in hearts (and giraffes) that Patty had drawn on there. At first I didn't like it but after a while I didn't really care. The frame that the photo was positioned in had a crack that ran through it now, splitting picture Maka and Me apart. "Maybe she won't notice if I get rid of the frame," I thought out loud pulling ripping them apart from each other. I was a bit curious when I saw a piece of paper ever so lightly fall out of the frame and float to the bed.

I sat myself back onto her bed and picked up the note. I unfolded the paper and read. As I read the note it gave me happiness and joy, but also gave to me sadness.

Dear Soul,

Don't act all surprised about this, I knew you would come snooping in my room. Anyways if you are reading this letter it either means something has happened to me or I left. Either way Soul, you were a great partner and I wouldn't have had our time together any other way. We were a bit…dysfunctional at times but that just made our journey more fun, right? You can't tell me that you can't remember those times clearly. I just want you to know where ever I go, what ever I see, who ever I meet ...I can't forget you.

You were more than my partner, Soul.

I love you.

Goodbye,

Maka Albern

The ending caught me. I love you. Goodbye. It just doesn't seem right. 'Why would she write this? and when?', I let out a frustrated sigh. I can't ask her until she is conscious. Damn.

I fell over on the bed holding the note close to me. Her bed smelled just like her, strawberries with a hint of vanilla. I laid there drinking in the smell of Maka until I was in sleeps comforting embrace.

Maka, I miss you.

XD that was fun to write. I should stop torturing Soul; but i most likely won't :)

Hope you liked the chapter, in parts Soul is a bit sappy but i have to say i just wanna go and hug him and tell him it will be okay. but i can't :(

he would kill me...

Please review, i would love to hear what you think about the story.

SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER

~DV