-Soul's POV-
She looks so helpless in the hospital bed. Her eyes are moving but her eyelids are staying down. Her brow is furrowed in her adorable way, melting my heart more every time I look.
"Maka, you wrote me a letter. It was beautiful and sweet, just like you. But why did you have to do this to yourself afterwards? I hate this. I hate that I can't help you. I hate being so un-useful!" I smack my fist against the wall and look at her bandages on her arms, "Why Maka? Why would you do this? Do you realize that I loose my cool around you? I try to be cool with you but it is impossible! It's impossible because when I am with you, my heart flutters and tries to beat its way out of my chest. When I look at you, my head goes fuzzy and all I can think about is a future with you. When I am around you, I feel your arms around me the first time you ever hugged me. And when I fall asleep I dream about your lips on mine. Maka Albarn, I love you. I love you so much. Please don't leave me."
I start to cry. I lean my head over the rail on the side of her bed and sob. I shake and have uncontrollable fits of weeping for the next few hours. When I look up, it is dark outside, and Maka still hasn't woken up yet.
I walk solemnly home, my eyes bloodshot with red puffy rings around them. I can't deal with this. How am I supposed to go on if Maka, my muse, is not with me? I won't give up on her. Not now, and not ever.
