Chapter Five
~ Maka ~
He sat opposite me on the bus. His bloodshot golden eyes looking over to me every few minutes as if the pressure of the bus could crush me into nothing, because I was that fragile.
His bruised and bleeding knuckles quivered in his lap as he folded and extended his fingers over and over again. As if the pain were secretly destroying him but he tried his hardest to maintain it as something that no longer existed.
Blood stained my face and hoody. The stench of it seeping through my nostrils as if to make me hungry for the sweet revenge of spilling Black*star's.
But the boy on the opposite side of the aisle had already gotten there before I did.
He had left the blue haired boy beaten on the ground before helping me to my feet and taking me to the bus stop. I hadn't protested his help, and had yet to figure out why something inside me didn't try to push him away.
But as I watched him struggle to cover up his pain on the bus ride home, something inside me knew how different but similar we actually were. And I felt enlightened to find out what it was.
He caught me looking at him.
~ Death the Kid ~
I caught her looking at me.
Her startled tear stained eyes quickly averting themselves away from me as I locked my gaze on her. Her whole head eventually turning to face away from me, as if she desired my existence to be nothing more than a memory to her.
But I was wrong.
"Thank you," she whispered.
I saw a slight glimpse of her emerald green eyes looking at me from beneath her hoody. The sunlight beaming through the windows to create a fragile shine against the surface of her iris. The glimmer reflecting back to the sky, as if she was the living proof that there was a greater existence than both the sun and the moon together.
And her name was Maka Albarn.