"Snapshot" By RavenAK.
Apparently unconnected moments in time, about everything, about nothing, about them. Soul/Maka/Crona, because ever since their roads connected they are undividable.
Disclaimer: Soul Eater belongs to Ohkubo Atsushi, Square Enix and Shônen GanGan. Not me. No, sir. The song It's Not the End of the World belongs to Lostprophets.
Warning: Spoilers for the manga. They might get heavier as the story progresses.
Two: It's Not the End of the World
It's not the end of the world now, baby
So come on, dry those tears,
It's not the end of the world now, darling
But I can see it from here…
Friendship: It's a strong bond between two people, who often share the same interests, and who always help and support each other. It's a wonderful thing… but it's not unbreakable. To the contrary, it's extremely fragile. It's like a contract: If you don't do what you have promised, you lose all your rights over that friendship.
Maka always had wonderful friends. They always supported each other, even when they were all so different, but what mattered was that they had the same goals, so they did everything in their power to help each other out.
Crona was completely different. She was unstable and awkward, had never trusted anyone, blindly obeyed her mother, didn't have any dreams of her own, and was in desperate need for some unconditional acceptance and affection. She couldn't reciprocate her friendship like her other friends did. But it was alright. She would help her.
Maka found herself constantly looking after her, as if she were a lost child, losing sleep worrying over her, and trying with all her might to make her fit in, to help her make friends and adjust to school and be an overall nice person.
Crona was like her child, her project, her biggest frustration. And every time Crona failed, she failed. It was as if everything she did had been for nothing.
It had always been like that since they became friends, Maka had never even wondered why. It was simply natural for her, to look after her best friend, to try to fix her, to save her from everything, from herself…
She never questioned it, not until now.
Not until now that Crona is insane, laughing like a maniac, eyes wide open and grinning like a Cheshire cat. Not until now that Crona is wielding three swords made of her own black blood and swinging them around carelessly, yet confidently, as if she's certain that she can, and will, kill her easily.
It's only now that she looks at her failure and realizes that she's no better than Medusa. That just like her, she was trying to destroy a part of Crona's personality, to force her to only show one side of her and exploit it, to make her suitable to her plans and to make her fit in her world by force.
It's as if both Maka and Medusa had been pulling at either side of Crona and they broke her in the end. And she broke, because she loved them both so much…
And then she had to destroy them both.
It all makes sense to Maka when Crona confesses how she killed her own mother. She says it with a smile of relief, but her eyes show nothing but fear. She's broken. Divided. Psychotic. She destroyed the one who made her who she is, and now she's going to do the same to the one who showed her who she wanted to be…
And she doesn't even have the will to fight back.
Because it's only now that it hits her: She's not that different from Medusa, it was their selfishness combined what turned Crona into a deadly threat. And it's only now that she realizes, there's no point to fighting anymore, because she just wanted to be the best Meister, to make the best Death Scythe, to surpass her Mama and Papa, to make them proud, or to prove how she doesn't need them, she's not even sure anymore; but she has been brave, she has given it her all, followed the rules, respected the law, fulfilled her dreams and yet there is no satisfaction, no reward, for all she has gotten is her mother's absence, her father's inability to man up and be a real father she can look up to, her classmates' indifference, the guilt of watching her partner having to fight against the darkness within him on a daily basis because of her, and now the pain of watching her best friend losing the remains of her humanity and coming to murder her…
What has her effort been for, anyway?
It's as if everything she has done has been for nothing. Just like with her parents' marriage, there's nothing that a frail and insignificant little girl like her can do.
As she watches Crona walking to her almost in slow-motion, the only thing she hears is Soul's distant voice calling for her as their resonance seems to weaken, vanish, fade.
I think this one is slightly better than the first.
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