I do not own Soul Eater.
One week before the day…
Maka was in the library, organizing everything she needed for her future. She was surrounded by bsooks on how to prepare for college, details and information on the university she will be attending in the fall, and of course, her "entertainment" novels. Next Thursday is going to be graduation and Maka couldn't wait. As Valedictorian, she had finished her speech and knew every sentence, word for word. If she had to, she would do her speech now, she has the confidence to, and she knows she does.
Maka felt for a moment a small unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. What if she couldn't do it? Ever since then, that time, I… Maka snap herself out of her doubt. Soul had nothing to do with this, this feeling. It was only a relationship. But yet, she couldn't deny that…
"Hey Maka," Kid spoke up, watching Maka as she resurface from everywhere she had gone to.
"Oh, hey Kid," Maka tried to make herself presentable even though it didn't change much. "How long have you been there?" Had Kid been sitting in that chair this whole time?
"Hmmm," Kid leaned back into his seat, his feet on the table to balance himself out," maybe 8 minutes."
"Oh."
"What's wrong Maka?" Kid put his feet down and leaned towards Maka, glancing more at her pigtails than Maka's eyes even though that didn't stop Maka from thinking of something else. What is Kid up to?
"Nothing's wrong. Really," Maka tried to laugh it off, "I'm just getting ready for graduation."
"I suppose you had finished your speech?" Kid was still staring down Maka's pigtail. His urge to just balance them out, it was getting the best of him but he didn't want to offend Maka by touching her. Well touching her hair more than Maka but still, it was a part of Maka. Maka leaned closer.
"Kid," Maka whisper. Something was wrong with Kid and she knew exactly what it was," something's bothering you, correct?" The two were eye to eye now, staring each other down. Okay, Kid had to admit, he had a small crush on Maka but that was only because of her symmetry. Yes, being symmetrical is hot, according to Kid. But the past is over and he doesn't like Maka like that anymore.
"Ummm, Maka. You're getting a little to close…"
"You can fix my pigtails Kid," Maka plopped herself down into the chair, smiling at Kid. "I haven't really been able to make them look the same for a while." Maka started laughing. Kid felt relieve. Nothing was going to happen between the two. Thank Death.
After Kid fixed Maka's hair and left, Maka was again alone. The clock was striking 4 in the evening and Maka hasn't notice that time flew by. Lately, she hasn't notice some things. Maka decided to pack up for the day, grabbing her bag and books.
"Just one more week," Maka mumbled under breathe, exiting the library. Graduation was so close, Maka couldn't wait. High school was going to be over and on to her career, her dream career, and it was all going to begin in one week. Maka glee over her fantasy of becoming a well-known author. She could see it all, her stories filling the store shelves, teenage girls and maybe some boys going crazy over her personal life, and just the peace she would always return to at the end of the day. It was all going to happen.
The hall echoed with Maka's footsteps, something she hasn't experienced in a while. Everyone went home finally. Maka didn't want to be rude but this kind of quiet, it made her feel comfortable. The sun was reflecting off the windows which lead into the hallway. She felt the school beauty coming out and she couldn't explain it, she just likes this kind of scenario. Peace, quiet…
"I really thought Maka and Soul would have last longer than it did," Maka heard a girl say around the corner. She wasn't the type to eavesdrop but she just wanted to know what her classmates thought of her. Maka's step got slower, gliding to the right and finally stopped with her back against the wall. Holding on tightly to her books, Maka listen to the girls.
"So did I! It was a shock when they split. But that's how it goes right?! High school is just high school," Girl number two said.
"True but just the way they were, it looked different. Like, I don't know, meaningful." Maka felt the pain in girl number 1's voice. Maybe she did have a point.
"Not everyone has a high school sweetheart but Death! If I had a sweetheart and a hot one, I would…"
"Gross! I don't want to listen to any of your boy-crazy fantasy, especially with this real live action love that is in front of us!" The locker made a ping sound, Maka guess girl number 2 fell against it.
"Fine, fine," there was silence between the girls. Maybe this was a signal for Maka to leave and she was about to when girl number 2 spoke up again, those words that come out of the girl's mouth made Maka feel different about everything, her decision, her future, love. "I don't think I'm seeing any live-action love, even with graduation approaching. For all I know, I'm seeing goodbyes." End.
One more week until good-bye, Maka felt the tears. Not here, not now, Maka thought. Quickly, Maka left for home, leaving the chatty girls behind without them noticing her. One more week until…
"Good-bye." Maka whispered.