Author's Notes: I wrote this for my Writing 224 class. I decided to share it with you all because I feel so strongly for this story. I believe that repetition can make a story into something beautiful. So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
When I play you over in my mind, you're talking about this one at band camp, how you and your friends stayed up late one night and talked about boys and how incredibly dumb they are. You turn to me and say, "Well, not you, honey. You're a genius." And you smile at me, trying to reassure me. I smile back and place my palm on your cheek. You lean in to my hand and I feel warm all over.
When I play you over in my mind, you are sitting on the ground and the skateboard is rolling down the street. There is a big cut on your leg with blood leaking from the cut all the way down to the floor. You are not crying, but instead laughing at what you did. You "ate it" coming down the hill and want to remember this by taking a picture of this memory. You tell me to grab your camera from my pocket and take a snapshot. That damn camera. It was always there to remember every thing we did. I pick you up and carry you back to the house and nurse your wound.
When I play you over in my mind, you are complaining that you want Chinese food for dinner, when I specifically said I wanted Japanese food. Twenty minutes later, I hear you come into the door, with Chinese food wafting in the air. I smile and shake my head because I know that you will always win in the end. And that it makes me happy that you are in my life. Because for the first time in my life, I feel like you are the person I live for and want to spend the rest of my life with.
When I play you over in my mind, you're trying to grab something from my pocket, but I turn just in time to pull you in for a hug. I tell you how much I love you, and you whisper back that I'm being silly and overly romantic that night. I slide my hand into my pocket and pull out a velvet box. Your eyes are focused on mine that you don't realize what I'm trying to show you. I kneel down and you look confused, until I present the box to you. Then you cover your mouth in shock and open your big green eyes. I don't remember what I said because everything was a blur that night. All I remember was that you said 'yes'.
When I play you over in my mind, you are picking out flowers for the wedding, and the catering, and the venue, etc. And I can't help but wonder; how do you balance all of these things at once without breaking a sweat? You are becoming a little stressed as the date is getting closer and closer. You are planning to pick up your dress for the final time and make sure everything has gone through.
When I play you over in my mind, you're waking up in the middle of night, trying not to wake me by sliding out of bed. You go into your closet and pull something out. Fifteen minutes later you come out into the bedroom and you are dressed in your wedding gown. The white, the lace, the "sweetheart neckline" and "trumpet style dress", as you called it, was perfectly detailed with "shiny, yet cool stuff" as I like to call it. You stood in front of the mirror for a long time, smiling at your reflection, and thinking of good things, I hope. I was pretending to be asleep, but secretly I was admiring you from under the covers.
When I play you over in my mind, panic spreads across my face. I got a call from the hospital saying that you were in a horrible car accident. There's no time to stall, I go to the hospital and try to see you as soon as possible. The doctors are saying that I can't visit you because "the rules say so." So, I wait in the waiting area for as long as I can remember. It was painful, and nerve wracking waiting for those doctors to come out from the double doors.
When I play you over in my mind, I can see you smiling at me. I remember the first time we met, the first date we had, and the first road trip we took. All of it seems so distant and insignificant at this moment. Then I realize that before someone dies their life flashes before their eyes and I can't help but think you're going to die in there. No, I know better than to think of negative thoughts. So, I get up and pace around the waiting room still waiting for the doctors and nurses to tell me the news. Good or bad.
When I play you over in my mind, I can see your name escape the doctor's lips but I don't hear what he's saying. There are too many scientific words that he's using and I don't understand. All I heard was 'collision' and 'too much blood lost'. When he stopped talking, he looked at me with remorse. He told me to follow him, so I did. I went down those long corridors you see in hospitals, only this one felt like I was walking to my death. The sterile walls were surrounded me, but they only felt like they were suffocating me. When I reached your room, you did not greet me with a smile, or even a wave. No. Your body was covered in a thin sheet with your head poking out. There was no expression on your face, which suddenly brought me back to Earth. I sat there, crying my eyes out for the first time since I was a little boy. The one person that changed me and made me who I am was gone.
When I play you over in my mind, there is only the two of us. I see you and me, smiling at each other. Because we know that we are meant to be with one another forever. We have fought against all odds to be with each other, be it my parents or your damn father. We will always be together. And I'll always remember the memories we shared. There was never a day wasted, nor a minute forgotten that I have and will always love you. Forever.
I love you, Maka. Rest in peace.
Author's notes: Was that depressing? I'm sorry if it did make you depressed, but I hope you at least liked the style I tried out. Please tell me what you think! I love comments and questions!