This is the end, guys ! Thanks you for reading my story.
I thought this was an appropriate ending, but since there wasn't that many romance I wanted to write a sequel at first, but honestly I have no idea what the storyline would be… so I'll just end it with this. I hope you enjoyed it.
"NO!" Maka yelled from the other side of the room. She desperately tried to sit up, tears running over her cheeks while she eagerly pressed the fabric of her shirt against the big, gaping wound. She watched Medusa dissolve into ashes, and Soul quickly killed of the snake that appeared to make sure she was dead, finally. Crona fell on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to moan when he did so. His eyes were wide open, directed to the ground. Soul ran to the boy, kneeled down next to him and turned him on his back. The arrow that stuck through his chest had disappeared when Medusa had and left a big hole in his chest. "Soul, do something" Maka cried. She felt so helpless, so useless. Not being able to walk to her dying friend frustrated her more than possible. Soul knew he couldn't help Crona. You couldn't even call it a wound, it was literally a hole in his chest. Blood covered the entire floor around them and the fabric around Soul's knees turned a deep, disgusting red. Soul threw his cell phone to Maka and told her to call Stein, or anybody at Shibusen. Crona coughed and smiled weakly at Soul, who had obviously realised that he couldn't be saved. "Thank you" Soul stared at the boy. "You and Maka helped me destroy Medusa. I'm able to rest in peace thanks to you" The words were warm and quiet, and caused a bunch of feelings to well up in Soul's body. He swallowed. Memories started to flash before his eyes, mostly about how he never really liked Crona. He always blamed Crona for everything, not even willing to realise that his intentions were extremely pure, that he was pure. Unwillingly a tear formed in his eye and dropped on Crona's ripped shirt. He held Crona's head up a bit, and removed the blood on his friend's forehead with his thumb. Yea, friend. It came too late, but Soul was finally able to call this boy his friend. "Take care, buddy" he weakly mumbled. Crona smiled after hearing the words, and then slowly closed his eyes. A last cough marked his dead before Stein, their friends and a few doctors barged into the small apartment.