"Soul, why did you leave?" Maka asked him. Maka and Soul were dressed in black and red, about to slow dance to instrumental jazz music. Maka was having a dream again. Soul wouldn't have met up with her like this. Plus, Maka had never been to this room before. It's only a dream. Soul was off to the shadow, a part of him cover in darkness. Maka could feel her heart becoming heavy. Soul took a deep breath.
"I left because I didn't love you." Soul's shadow looked down as he spoke. Maka could tell Soul was lying. The way he said it, it was too… precise and perfect.
"That's a lie Soul. Why did you leave?" Soul's shadow quickly looked up at Maka, his eyes trying to burn in her vision. Maka calmly breathe. It was all she could do. Maka wanted to know, she needed to know. Soul tried to shove himself together, hands in pocket, neck leaning towards his shoulder. Maka waited patiently.
"Why I left? I left for your own good. You didn't need me. You were fine all by yourself. And if we were to be together any longer, we would have felt more pain. I didn't want to put you through that. It's not fair Maka. Not fair for you."
"I needed you though." Maka whispered. She could feel all her emotions bubble up, ready to explode. She clinched her fingers together.
"That's what you believe. Maka, you were fine before I came in the picture. You would be fine after I left. You didn't need me. I didn't need you." Maka felt her teeth tighten. Soul was wrong. Soul was only hurting himself when he said these things. Maka wanted the music to stop. She needed silence to think. Baka!
"But you did need me!" Maka shouted. Soul stared Maka down as they made eye contact. "You needed me as much as I needed you!"
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"Why do I need you?" Soul walked closer to Maka, still hiding his face in the darkness. "Why do you think I need you?"
Maka relax her fingers. She can feel the throbbing pressure on her palms. Why do I think that? Soul continued to stare Maka down. Maka was quiet. She couldn't think of anything. Maka didn't know why Soul needed her. Her reason for needing Soul could be different from him. Maka needed Soul because without him, she couldn't truly find herself. Without Soul, Maka was incomplete.
"Because you're incomplete Soul." Maka also walked closer to Soul, only a couple of feet away from one another. "Because you are not truly yourself. You put this mask on, you perform this play of pretending to be happy. You can't do that Soul. Even though not everyone noticed, I notice. You need me Soul. The way I need you."
"You think I'm not complete unless I have you?"
"Yes," Maka whispered. She step a couple of more times towards Soul. She was coming closer. She was going to see him. Maka was going to see what he truly felt.
"Maybe you're right." Soul finally stepped out of the darkness, his red eyes attacking her. "Without you, there is no me. But you could be wrong." Maka slowly stared to touch his outfit, searching in his eyes.
"How am I wrong?"
"What if my departure was not about you?" Maka was puzzled.
"What do you mean?" Soul and Maka were faced to faced, only a couple of inched from one another lips. Soul leaned into Maka's ear and slowly whispered
"What if I was afraid?"
She woke up to the pounding inside her head that was caused by the sounds of the busy city. She never felt this crappy before. Maka pressed her forehead a little, maybe somehow releasing some pain. Maka wasn't used to the sounds from outside. Wonder why it's so loud, she thought. The city is never this busy or at least the side I lived on.
Maka's eyes widen. The side she lived on. Maka sat up straight on the bed, looking down at her exposed body which was covered by the black and red blanket. She pulled the blanket up to her neck, embarrass. What did she do last night?
I went to the club. I met up with Hiro. Hiro was attack by… Maka looked more to the room. She knew where she was. It was his room, his style, his smell, his everything. This room is a part of Soul. Maka looked next to her. She should had known what she would see. Maka held the blanket tight.
Next to Maka laid only a blanket that was clumped badly. Maka tried to hold herself together. She turn her face away from the empty spot. She shouldn't cry. But Maka couldn't help it. She felt the tears started to fall. Maka rosed form the bed. Her heart broke once more as she saw Soul's life as she looked for her clothes and slowly got dress to leave. Maybe her dream was right in some parts. Soul didn't need her.
Maka probably didn't need him.
She was alone again.