**Hey guys! This will be my first FanFic so go easy on me. But I'm also trying to improve as a writer so criticism will be helpful!
Soul Eater is not mine!**
- Soul -
The world officially sucks at timing.
One minute its me and Maka, standing alone in the hallway, holding hands, and I swear I can sense her lips forming that oh-so-sweet and liberating word, 'love'...
And I swear I can feel her heart beating in sync with mine as she murmurs the word to herself before she tells me...
And I swear that's she's about to tell me the one thing I want... that she..
that she loves me.
And the f***ing bell rings. F***. Same with the Kishin.
Maka's eyes widen and she grips my hand tightly as the hall floods with people. I awkwardly squeeze back, try to pull her into me, try and hug her and caress her hair, tell her that I love her too and then let the world fade away as it's just us. But she loosens her hand from mine as if in slow motion and starts pushing her way through the sea of students.
I don't know what to do - I think she might be crying.
I make the worst mistake of my life.
I leave her.
Maka and Tsubaki miss the afternoon of school.
I explain what happened to Black Star and Kid, and all they do is shake their heads.
Liz butts into the (private) conversation and says something that has never made me hate myself more.
"You lost her. You should've kissed her. But now it's too late."
Her next words haunt me for the rest of the day.
"Way to break her heart, Soul."
As soon as the bell rings at the end of the day, I grab my backpack and sprint out of class. Maka, where are you? I run outside and hop on my bike after checking a few places in the school.
While I drive, tears roll down my face. Because of the wind, of course.
Did I actually lose her?
I will never forgive myself.
I wipe the tears off my face and concentrate on her soul length. I follow what I think is her soul to the gang's personal favorite look out of the city, right next to the woods. Thank God! Maka's sitting on the edge, sobbing, and my heart feels like it's been pierced by a thousand knives. Tsubaki is comforting her friend, stroking her hair and murmuring advice in her ear. She turns and sees me, frowns, then tells Maka, "I'll be right back, sweetie. Hold on."
Maka turns around.
She sees me.
She looks away.
Tsubaki walks over to me, still frowning. "What did you do?"
"I'm not sure, I think she was going to tell me she loved me, then the bell rang, and she let go of my hand... and I didn't follow her. I'm such a jackass, Tsubaki. What do I do? I love Maka. I really do! And now I know she feels the same, and there's nothing in the way except for this, and I'd do anything for her, anything. Please help me Tsubaki." I'm muttering and my hands are tightly wound in each other. I can't look Tsubaki in the eye or she'll see my tears.
How is it this hurts so much? I've been on the brink of death so many times. This is so much worse...
"Soul, she's not mad at you," Tsubaki explains. "She's mad at herself. I think she's scared of accepting her feelings for you and telling you. She's afraid this will ruin your friendship forever if it doesn't work, and she's scared that your partnership won't make it. But I think that if you guys do work out, you'll be so much more powerful. You need to accept her, fear and all, and love her, no matter what. Do you think you can?"
"..anything," I whisper. "Anything for Maka."
Tsubaki grabs my shoulders and turns my face to hers.
"Don't screw up," she says. "This is your last chance."