Maka Albarn was nothing if not beautiful; this was something Soul Evans ad come to know very well over the years. Everything about her was stunning; the way her pigtails would swish back and forth when she moved; the way her big green eyes could bore into his own red ones and seem to see everything that was going on in his head; the way her smile would light up her whole being, not to mention the room around her.
Every feature was perfect.
Her eyes were the perfect shade of green, shining like emeralds when she smiled or glistening like leaves in a summer rainstorm when she cried. The way they would fight to stay open when she was tired and eventually flutter closed when she gave up; the way they would grow as she looked up at him resembling a pleading puppy; the way they would crinkle at the corners when she smiled at him, or shut completely when she laughed.
Her nose was adorable, everything from the gentle curve of it to the rounded tip. The way the bridge of it crinkled when it caught an unpleasant smell; the way it would turn bright pink in the cold, and the way she sniffled every time she cried.
Her lips looked soft and supple, they had the perfect shape. The way the corners of her mouth would quirk up into a joyful smile; the way she would thrust her bottom lip out in a childish pout; the way her tongue would just barely peek out the corner of her mouth when she was concentrating hard enough.
Everything about her was perfect.
How he wanted to just stare into those eyes forever and get lost in the galaxies that rested behind those pools of endless green.
How he loved to just poke that wonderfully rounded nose, making it scrunch at the bridge at the gesture.
How he wanted to feel those lips on his. Feel just how soft they are. To see how they would feel sliding against his, moving together in a perfect rhythm. How he wanted to take that bottom lip of hers between his teeth and hear the moans that came with it. How he wanted to revel in the feel of their breaths mixing together, and feeling her breathe his name against his mouth.
Except that would never happen.
Because, unlike Maka, he was nowhere near perfect, and never would be. He would always be inferior. Never good enough for anything.