Devi: Helloooooo! This story is entirely from Maka's point of view, and it has-

IrishChic: Give me credit!

Devi: I will! Gosh! So when I tell you to give me credit for stuff I do, you always "forget", and when I'm supposed to give you credit, you yell in my face!

IrishChic: That's how it works!

Devi:...you infuriate me.

IrishChic: Yay! Now I will go rule the world!...Do you think this outfit matches?

Devi: *deadpan* Mhmm.

IrishChic: No, seriously! I'm not sure...

Devi: Yup totally.

IrishChic: C'mon, Dev! This is important!

Devi: Sure, I know. *still deadpan*

IrishChic: You infuriate me! Good! Bye! *leaves*

Devi: *grin* Omigosh I love doing that 'cuz it bugs the crap out of her! Tehe! Now for the disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater-

IrishChic: Neither do I! And you know what else you don't own? My story!

Devi: *sigh*

What Hurts the Most

Maka's POV

I really tried my best to hide it, but it's hard to hide something from the person who is always by your side.

It was a charade I had to keep up 24/7. It was this torture that kept me up at night. It was this demon sent to haunt me. I had to hide when I most wanted to scream it out. But it was still the damned best thing that ever happened to me, regardless of the fact it was slowly driving me insane.

They say insanity is a form of freedom. Yet his gaze always keeps me trapped.

Like now, when I'm meaning to just causally glance his way—because it kills me when I know he's there, though I can't see him—but he's staring back with all the force of a nuclear bomb. My gaze is simply trapped by his and I can't move. Or breathe. Or think. I wish I could know his thoughts. I wish I could just tell him what I've wanted to say for the longest time. I wish I could run straight into his strong embrace.

But I can't. So I don't. And then I run.

The further I get from him, the more it burns me slowly from the inside out. I have to go though, to prevent myself from destroying everything with a revelation that would surely have him reeling.

So I run to the confines of my room and lock myself inside. I'm staring at myself long and hard in the mirror for an immeasurable amount of time.

Then there's the knock on the door, and follows that concerned, beautiful voice. But if I see him now, I'll just end up screaming it all out, ruining the strong friendship we already have. Nothing more. So instead, what I yell at him is to leave. And he does. But of course, that's the last thing I want.

Back to staring at my reflection, back to hoping and wishing and longing but knowing I will never allow myself to gain what I desire.

Yeah.

Love hurts.

Alright I made a few adjustments to the story, but it is mainly Shannon's. So technically I beta-read a chapter of my own story...O_O that's *odd*...

Well anyway, I have a few thanks to give! First, thank you to Shannon (aka IrishChic on fanfiction) for writing this amazing chapter! You should all look her up and read her stories; they're hilarious! Next, thanks to anyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed my story! Reviews mean a lot to me, and I appreciate anyone who followed or favorited! Finally, thanks to willoffire123 for reading my stories even though you don't like romance! I loved being your beta reader for those two stories! For those of you who don't know, willoffire123 wrote a crossover for Harry Potter and Soul Eater called 'Order of the Resonance', and the sequel to that,'Paper Phoenix'. If you haven't read those stories yet then I highly recommend reading them!

So thanks again!

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