when ur mom tells u to take out the trash and ur just getting to the good part in ur book:
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when ur mom tells u to take out the trash and ur just getting to the good part in ur book:
Marcia, Logan, Maka
“Kiss Logan, again on the cheek, he’s my favourite brother. Hug Marcia, she’s my favourite sister after all. Slap Maka. It wouldn’t be hard but I wouldn’t smack family.”
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Plus, maybe I'll do another Journal entry for hospital bound Maka
OPEN TO STARTERS TOO!!))
Ivy usually wouldn't have asked but she felt it was necessary to make sure Maka was okay. "Maka? Are you all right?" Ivy moved closer to her in an comforting manner. "Do you want anything to eat or something?" //I TEARED UP. DAM.
“Y-yeah I’m fine. I’m sorry.” She sniffled softly and tried to laugh it off, though it didn’t really work and a few more escaped her. She hadn’t really talked to anyone about how she felt on this matter. She didn’t feel like she deserved it when Soul seemed to handle it so well on his own. She bit her lip and tried to shove her emotions down enough to politely decline Ivy’s generous offer.
“No thank you.” She handed the files back and tried to compose herself.
M!A: Memories ~OPEN~
Maka looked sadly out the window in her room, she sat on her bed with her legs pulled into her chest tightly. She felt her eyes get wet as the memories came flooding back to her. It was all her fault. All of it. A single tear rolled down her face, the first of many.
These flashbacks felt so real, she could almost smell his blood and feel it sticking to her hands and her clothes. She screamed inside her mind, begging Soul to wake up. Why had he done that?! It was all her fault. Maka sobbed and covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the cries. She wasn't sure if anyone was home but she didn't want to take any chances. She didn't deserve anyone's support. It was her fault Soul almost died. It was her fault he had that scar. It was her fault he was infected with the black blood. Her eyes were tightly shut and everything was so clear in her mind, and she literally felt his limp body in her arms. She unknowingly cried out in a broken scream. Why was she seeing it like this again? Whatever the reason, it was her punishment for being weak. Her mind wasn't going to let her forget her mistake so easily.