Maka POV

I slammed the door to my room, locked it, and immediately flopped face-down on my bed.

I was furious. And sad, and happy, and relieved, and guilty.

My emotions were all jumbled up inside me like a mixed pile of laundry spinning round and round inside of a washer machine.

I knew I shouldn't have called Blair what I did, but I didn't regret it, or leaving all of my friends behind. What about Crona? Where had he gone,

after all that? I felt guilty for keeping this a secret from the people I trusted most, even my own weapon partner,

but I was hesitant in telling because of what they might think. And the shock in their eyes. That was what really set everything off.

Maybe I would forgive Blair. After all, I should have done what she did in the first place, from the very beginning.

These thoughts flowed through my mind, as I felt warm tears slide down my face, pressed into my soft pillow. I heard the door click open,

and gentle footsteps come across the floor. I didn't care, not even why or how they had gotten into the room. I lay still.

Something heavy, another person, sat down on my bed indenting it.

"Hey," Soul said softly, "Are you okay?" I gave no reply. That idiot, if I was okay, then why would I be lying facedown in a pillow?

I Immediately regretted the thought. He was just trying to help. My partner must have realized this, because he said something else.

"I'm really sorry that had to happen to you. Blair's sorry too. She's off searching for Crona. He ran out while you came here."

I still gave no reply. I couldn't face him at all, I felt so badly for not telling him, the person I trusted with my life. I pushed myself up,

and stared out the window. "I–I'm the one who's sorry. Blair just did what I should have done. I should have told you, all of you.

I really do love Crona, though, but I shouldn't have kept it a secret. I'm sorry." The last two words were forced out of my throat,

they hurt to say. More tears came. I kept them hidden from Soul. He was silent for a few minutes, then said.

"You don't have to hide your tears, Maka." I don't face him.

"You do," I point out, "Because I've never seen you cry before." He sighs. "Well, good point. I don't cry too often, but when I do,

you're not usually there. If you were there, though, I absolutely would not try to hide it." I remain silent, thinking about what he's said.

"Why did you hide it from me, though? I trust you every single moment of the day and night, every time we go into battle. We're partners,

so why would you hide it?" I still stay quiet. I don't really want him to know why I tried to hide it from him most of all.

"Well, I think I know why," He says. I listen carefully, I am still crying, hiding it from him. "You think that I would be jealous, huh?" I nod slowly.

He was right. "I–I didn't want it to make you feel like you... are any less special to me..." I say softly. He chuckles.

"Don't worry about that, Maka. If I feel jealous or angry, I'll tell you about it, okay? I hope you'll do the same." I finally face him.

His red eyes were glittering with amusement, his pointed teeth in a grin. I smiled slightly. "Since when have you been Mr. Sympathetic?"

He shrugged. "Good point. Now, come on, everyone's waiting for you." With this, he dramatically bowed down, offering his hand to escort me.

"Come on, meister, let's go!" I smiled wider, and took his hand. Silently, we walked out to join the others.

Author's Note: Soul can be caring if he wants to! :P This story is almost over, only a few chapters left! YAYS! :D