If We Fall (A SoMa Fan-Fiction)

Apologies

APOLOGIES

A/N:

(I put a little of this in Soul's P.O.V just for your enjoyment. Have fun, thanks for all the reads an enjoy. You guys are really amazing. Little hard for me well because I'm not a guy so to try and think like Soul would ( a guy) was difficult for me. Eh I tried. :") SOUL EATER FOREVER!)

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=Soul's P.O.V=

What was Maka's problem?! Of course I didn't think she was weak.

With a frustrated groan, I ran a hand through my hair and stared at her retreating figure. Hopefully, she would just go home and not get into any trouble.

The group had fallen into an awkward silence, telling me I should probably leave. A hand placed on my shoulder made me jump. I turned to look at Tsubaki who was smiling slightly.

Was she ever actually upset? Come to think of it, I hadn't seen her extremly angry in a very long time.

She sent me a look that said I should go apologise before taking her hand off of me and walking back over to the rest of the group.

Sighing, I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans and started trudging after Maka. How she got the idea that I thought she was weak into her mind was beyond me.

I'd just been worried about her lately. With the whole situation of her being in the infirmary for nearly the past week, there was no way in hell I couldn't be concerned.

When she had coughed up the black blood was when everything started to weigh me down. I couldn't let anything happen to her. It would be on my conscious twenty four seven if she was injured and I hadn't even tried protect her.

In an odd way, I felt like this was my fault.

I knew she wanted to get back into the action but I still felt like she wasn't ready.

"I shouldn't be overprotective thats so not cool!" I grumbled, kicking a loose stone on the concrete path.

I started to think up an apology in my head. After I had finished deciding what I should say, memory's started flooding my mind.

One in particular was when Maka was sprawled on the couch, reading some book like she always was. Her hair was down for once which made her hot instead of her usual cute pigtails.

Her face was what caught my attention the most that day. She seemed so lost in the book. So peaceful and happy. The way she would give the slightest smile at the pages when she read over a certain part. How her large emerald eyes would shine as they ran across the lines quickly.

Shaking my head, I sighed and wondered why someone like her had even wanted me to be her partner in the first place. She was such a great student. A perfect meister. Well mannered and highly respected.

Then there was me. The trash. Couldn't live up to anyone's expectations. The sleaze who seemed to just get by because of his partner. She was everything, I was nothing.

Before I knew it, I had reached the apartment. With a few short breaths outside of the building, I entered and listened to hear if Maka was inside.

When nothing but silence greeted me, I realised she might be sleeping off her anger in her room. If she didn't go beat the crap out of something she would just sleep away her problems.

Usually, she never really held a grudge against anyone for too long. She was forgiving. That was just how amazing she was.

I stood outside of Maka's door, not being able to muster up enough courage to turn the door handle or even knock.