SoMa One-Shots

Player Part Four

SOUL'S POV AGAIN CUZ I WANT TO

"Maka..." My voice shakes, filled with pain. Rage builds up inside me. "What the hell are you doing!?" "I don't feel the need to live anymore. I'm just a flat-chested bookworm, remember?" Her voice is bitter, tinged with sorrow and envy. "You don't even need me as a partner. Have fun with your one-star meister." oh. My. GOD. IS SHE DOING THIS BECAUSE OF ME? IS SHE SELF-HARMING BECAUSE OF ME? This is all my fault... Tears stream down my cheeks. She raises the knife, and I grab her arm. "No." This time, my voice is steady, although tears are still coming. "I can't bear to see you do this to yourself. Especially since it's my fault." I don't look up, my spiky hair shadowing my eyes. "Maka, I can't lose you. I would kill myself. I cause you so much trouble." Finally I look up at her. "You are my friend, my best friend. And I won't let you break the partnership, being with you means too much to me." I can see her regular self coming back, the sadistic maniac retreating. "And I wouldn't be able to live anymore if you committed suicide, because... Truth is, Maka, I've fallen in love with you." She was unbearably close to me, joy apparent in her expression. Finally, I stop resisting the urge, and close the space between us. Her lips taste exactly like I thought they would: vanilla and strawberries. Kissing her... Made my heart soar in triumph. When we finally break apart, she gently taps me with a book teasingly on the top of my head. "Damn it, do you even know how LONG I've waited for you to do that?" "Do you..." I trail off, thinking the rest in my head. 'Do you love me back?' I get my answer by a slight giggle. "Need I even say it?" And this time, she closes the gap.