I do not own Soul Eater.
She paused.
Odd. Maka would have never done that. It's graduation night and tonight Maka's face was all in his view. He could look somewhere else but all the surrounding graduates would be suspicious of him. When did Soul start giving a damn?
Maka started her speech again where she left off. The pause wasn't long, maybe a second but Soul knew something was up. Maybe her papa did his strange affection loving stare towards Maka again. Even though that man is her father, his love is… gross. Or maybe Maka paused for another reason. Me, Soul thought.
Soul was ready for the night to be over. All he needed was his diploma. His family didn't show up. No surprise. He is the second child of the family. Evan family he should say but he's on his own. Ever since his brother moved, his parents followed and gave Soul two options. Soul either had to go with them and have everything he needed or live here in Death City and be cut off from his parents. Well, we all know what option Soul made. He still receives some help from his grandparents but now, he's doing it all by himself. So he is his own parent? Soul smirked at his own useless thought.
Man! Time needs to go faster. He topped one of his ankles over the other, crossing his arms and just stared at her. He still didn't understand. How could Maka look so happy right now while he feels so bad inside? It's been a difficult two weeks for not only Maka but for him as well. Soul still has feelings for her. They never disappear. When Soul looks at her and really looks at her, she is indescribable.
Maka is perfect in every way, her posture, eyes, gesture, and her smile. Her smile, Soul thought. He misses her smile. He misses her in general but what is done is done. He can't change it.
Applauds shock Soul out of his thought. Maka's speech was over and some of the graduates stood up as Maka walked by to her seat. Again, she is beautiful. Soul stood up and clap for her as well. She deserved it, more than anyone else in the world. She deserves the best. Soul sat back down before Maka reached her seat and quickly spaced out as other men in suits begin their speech. Tonight was going to be long and Soul could feel it.
"…congrats!" shouted Lord Death after Soul moved his tassel, right to left. Finally! It's over. Everyone started to scatter from Soul, moving left or right, maybe even running in front of Soul. Soul just stood where he was, putting his hands in his dress pants pockets if he could find them in this ridiculously long gown.
Soul watched every graduate move in a blur. He couldn't see their faces or the actual outfits that were under the gown. Soul was watching everything in color, like a flash of light. A red line of light passed him, a blue pushed next to him. It was like his eyes were trying to avoid everything except for one, the one that he needed.
Without his permission, his eyes searched, moving rapidly.
You want to see her.
You need to see her. Soul didn't particularly like the thoughts that went across his mind. Soul misses her so much already, why does he torture himself like this?
Right there… And there she was, searching as well. Her robe was still intact, her hair is down for once, and like always no make-up. She didn't need it really, she was and is beautiful. Soul felt the corner of his lip go up, trying to smile but he shouldn't be. He doesn't have a right to smile. He broke her heart as well as his own.
She continued to search as Soul watched her. He could hear some sounds trying to reach his ear drums but Soul pushed them out. Instead, he was listening to his own heartbeat. Not too long ago, it was normal, pulsing regularly. Now, it was pounding fast against his chest, trying to escape, trying to leave Soul's body and go to her.
As Soul continued to stare at her, his heart was growing crazy, becoming a wild beast but Soul didn't look away. No, he continued to stare. She was looking at everyone else but him. He could feel the pit of his stomach ache.
You need her. More than you will ever know.
Look at me, Soul thought. Find me. But her green eyes never did found him. The moment Soul thought she saw him, she walked away. Feet away from each other, minutes using to search and she never found him.
Soul's wild beast became normal again, slowly readjusting to its normal habitat. Everything rushed at him now. He saw the faces, he could hear the shouts, he could feel the warm temperature on his cheeks, and he could taste his own blood in his mouth. He must have accidently chewed the side of his cheek again, taking a good slice of it off but that didn't bother him at the moment.
What was bothering Soul was this; he loves Maka and he always will love her, something that he can't deny now and couldn't fight away. Soul will always continue to see her in his world but in Maka's eyes, will she continue to see Soul in her world? Or is he just another one in the crowd?
So I am going to start school again in a few days. Boo! And before I lose my mind, I want to apologize for delaying.
Who knew life could be so cruel to you?