Run Away, But I Won't Follow [Soma Fanfic Soul X Maka]

Chapter Seven (I think)

Maka's POV -

I sit on the couch, Kazuto sitting next to me. We're currently in his apartment, watching a really bad horror movie. Something about Freddie or whatever. Well, technically he's watching it, while I sit and read a cookbook I found in his kitchen.

"So, what to do now?"

Kazuto asks, getting up and turning the T.V off. The movie has obviously finished, and it's already about 10:00 at night. It's been two weeks since I last saw Soul, and to be honest, I don't want to see him. Although, I do worry about him still.

I know that it was stupid to run away from my problems, but I didn't want to stay around Soul any longer. Not with the still-dwelling feelings I have for him. Kazuto's been a really great friend to me, listening to me after I told him everything that had happened on that fateful day, and telling me about himself, even letting me stay at his apartment. I also found out that he was a weapon. Fortunately for me, he turned out to be a scythe.

"Wel, I don't know. I'm just gonna stay up and finish the rest of this book. You can go to bed if you want."

I reply, not looking up from my book.

"Alright. Night, Maka."

Kazuto says, leaving to go to his room.

"Night."

I reply.

After he goes to his room, I place the cookbook down on the coffee table quietly, and just sit there, staring at the moon outside the window. After a while, I start to think about Soul, and how he's doing, what he might be up to - Does he even miss me? Or not even realize I'm gone? I roll over and fall asleep, my thoughts swimming with Soul.

Souls POV -

I sit there, in my bedroom, and watch as the night covers Death City. The moon is up and shining, giving me that damned creepy-gingivitis look again. I start to wonder whether or not Maka is looking at the same moon... But I quickly put an end to that thinking right there.

Maka's Gone, Soul. She's never coming back. She's gone, you have to understand that. She's Gone. My mind swirls with thoughts of Maka, and how there's got to be no chance out there that hse's still alive, that she will come back - Because I know that she won't.

I sigh and lay down on my bed, my back hurting as though the pressure of me laying down has pressed the shards of my broken heart into it. A single tear falls down my cheek, and all I can do now, is sleep. I haven't slept wel in weeks, and I feel like it's the only thing that can take me away from reality; from the pain of missing Maka.

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping, and I still getting used to the fact that Maka's not here to wake me up every morning, or to cook eggs and bacon like she used to do. Ah, what I wouldn't give for some of Maka's Bacon. I get up slowly, gathering up my shattered heart and gluing it back together for today. Just for today.

Today, Kid, Black*Star, Liz and Patty, and Tsubaki are going to play basket ball. They thought it would be good for me to get out of the house, although I really don't see what fresh air is going to do for me. I sigh and get up, walking to the bathroom to take a hot shower. I turn the faucet on hot and watch as the mist climbs up the sides of the glassy shower.

I start to move my fingers against the glass, drawing on the steamy walls of the shower. About ten seconds later though, I realize I'm drawing a face. A face with big, happy eyes, and an innocent smile, stretching from ear to ear. What really gets me though, is the two pig-tails that protrude from both sides of it's head. Maka. Damnit! I wipe away the drawing and continue to wash myself, but I can't seem to take Maka off of my mind. Its like wherever I go, whatever I do, I see Maka. Maka is nowhere, but everywhere.

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I walk to the basket ball court, Kid walking right next to me. After I had come out of the shower, I had found Kid sitting on the couch, reading a book. But not just any book, the book Maka had been reading before she before she left. The one thing she left behind.

I shake the thought from my mind.

"So, how are things?"

I ask, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Good, good. Everything's still symmetrical, so there's nothing that's gone bad."

Kid chuckles.

"You?"

He asks, turning to face me. I stop.

"I...Umm..Well, ya see..."

Kid stops too, and realizes that I'm having trouble answering.

"What?"

Kid says, and I turn away.

I can feel a hot sting at the back of my eyelids and I clench my fists as well as close my eyes.

"Soul,"

Kid starts, but I interrupt, all of my emotions getting the best of me.

"I can't do it, Kid! I just can't! I'm going insane without Maka and I don't know where the hell she is! I'm freaking out!"

I say, depression taking over my body. I crumple to the floor, and let the water works flow. Kid kneels beside me.

"Hey, Maka may be gone, but I'm pretty sure you can do this. We all can, and we'll help you through this."

Kid says. I just bury my head in my hands and say,

"No, you can't! You don't understand, Kid! It's different for me!"

Kid starts to get a little bit angry.

"Why! Why is it so hard for you and not for us! Of course its hard for us, but we're not going to put our lives on hiatus for a dead girl!"

Kid shouts, covering is forehead with his palm. I feel the heat in my cheeks flare, and I lash back.

"You don't know anything! The reason it's harder for me, is because I. Loved. Her! Okay? Maka, Maka was just a friend to you guys... But -but to me, She was something more! And I never got to tell her how I feel! And I never will! Because she's dead! Okay? Dead! And.. And.. I can't.. I just... Can't..."

I falter for a moment, and my face is red now and my heart feels like somebody stepped on it.

Kid kneels down again and says, "Okay. I may not have loved Maka the way you did, but you have to realize that she's gone. That she's never coming back." And that, right there, is what broke me.

Okay guys! So please please please please tell meh what you guys think! I put alot of heart and soul into this chapter, and I legit almost cried writing it!! Please! comment! <3 u guys, ~Touka