THE moments after she’d sent that message ticked by in a slow haze… More than once she’d unlocked her phone with the intention of texting again, of apologizing again, of saying something more than the nothing she did to make him understand that her actions hadn’t been about HIM;; but each time she did, the phone timed out. Staring at the screen did nothing to help put into words what was going on – the regret was not something that she could define in the brief expanse of a text, nor was the desperation to get away from the things crushing her in Nevada!!
IN the end there was nothing more she could say;; it was his turn now, to either accept her and forgive her (( or at least to offer her the chance to beg forgiveness )) or to ignore her and shun her for the pain she’d caused him… Maka couldn’t have blamed him either way… Still, the next 24 hours dragged on and on, seemingly to know end. She tired to distract her mind by filling in the world with the things she loved – the free museums in D.C. were some of the most encompassing that she knew of and wandering those halls, once upon a time, was all she needed to escape the profound trappings of her mind – but nothing seemed to dull the fretting in her mind.
WHEN the time finally came to head to the park it seemed like she couldn’t carry herself that fast enough;; suddenly the world around her seemed full of things that offered BRILLIANT excuses!! Sorry BlackStar – I couldn’t make it because the cherry blossoms were starting to bloom and I wanted to count the flowers on each tree!! Yes… That seemed valid enough… But her steps continued onward until she felt the lush green beneath her feet, a stark difference to the concrete of the paths from her hotel. Her emerald hues scanned the expanse of her their childhood space, noting the trees that had once been drastically shorter and the new benches that had been provided – and then her eyes laid on him… She saw him sitting there alone, awkward in the space and appearing to fight some war within himself – a war that she likely caused… Suddenly the dragging of the clock felt like a CRUEL trick – like no time at all had passed and she was left wishing for MORE and MORE!! Each step she took was leaden, more of an involuntary action that a fruition of her free will;; What would she say to him?? How did this conversation begin?! Silence and humility seemed far the better answer, and when she sat down at the opposite end of the bench he claimed, that was what she offered:: SILENCE…
Though he wasn’t particularly gifted at sensing souls ( who needed such an ability when you were as awesome as he was in every other aspect of fighting??? ) he’d have had to be dead not to sense that of his friend approaching, no matter how uncharacteristically tiny and pitiful she seemed to be carrying it. Feh. It didn’t sit well with him; not one little bit.
Black★Star couldn’t really remember just how long exactly Maka had been away, swanning off with no contact like the damn act was hereditary or some shit- because time didn’t mean much to someone who lived his incredible life outside the boundaries of it- but he hadn’t exactly been blind to her absence, either. She’d been gone a long time- too long to be gone without so much as picking up her phone. Long enough that chatter about her had idled off into nonexistence. Long enough that he’d go a day, maybe two, without explicitly thinking about her in more than fleeting passing. Long enough that he no longer automatically sought her face in their crowd whenever the rest of them met, be it for food or training or their traditional weekly basketball games that Maka had never been a part of because she hadn’t been around for the beginning of them.
He had too much he wanted to say; she’d been gone for too long, but not long enough for him to have figured his damn emotions out into a comprehensible, straight line.
But then again, he supposed, he’d never really been the kind of person to think before he acted.
A snort left him at the sight of his friend- at Maka Albarn, a three-star meister who had punched a god in the face- and he let instinct take the wheel, crossing his arms over his chest derisively and fixating the meister before him with an almost characteristically theatrical scowl.
“Well, it took ya long enough!”
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