A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I think it's time to wrap this story up.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Soul Eater or it's characters.
Maka reluctantly got off the couch and was headed to her room when she paused and looked to her right at the closed bedroom door.
It had been three days since the funeral and she still hadn't gone in his room.
Hesitantly, she turned the knob and walked in. His scent hit her like a wall. She breathed in the smell, cherishing the memories that came with it.
Laying against the desk was his guitar, along with his headphones hanging on the chair. The black and red walls enclosed the space, making it feel small, yet comfortable.
Maka stepped forward, her bare feet brushing against the carpet. She stood in front of his messily-made bed, stepping over a pillow on the ground.
Amongst the dirty clothes and old papers, a red journal caught her eye. Stuck between the pages was a sheet of notebook paper, folded in half. Maka gently unfolded it and read the letter slowly, tears welling up in her eyes:
I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to worry. There was nothing you could've done and I didn't want to be treated any differently. You are an amazing meister and the coolest person I know. Thanks you for being there for me and for taking care of my lazy-ass. I couldn't have made it this far with anyone else.
Tell BlackStar that I hope he surpasses God one day; I know he can. And Tsubaki, I don't know how you put up with him, but I appreciate you doing so. Kid, you'll make a great Shinigami one day, even with your weird OCD. Liz, Patty; you take good care of Kid okay? I'd hate to see anything happen to that symmetrical head of his.
To the staff of the DWMA; thank you for running this amazing school and helping all of us. I really appreciate it. Professor Stein, thanks for all the help. Ms. Marie, you're an amazingly nice person, and I'm sure you'll get a great boyfriend soon. Sid and Nygus, you guys are awesome, keep being cool. Spirit... Chill out dude; seriously. Maka's almost an adult and you treat her like she's two. Lord Death, thank you.
And last but not least: My Maka,
You are the one of the top meisters out there and you are an even better friend. I forgive you for breaking your promise of making me into a death-scythe. It would've been cool, but I had fun anyway.
Maka, there was so much I wanted to tell you but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Now here I am cowardly writing a letter with my feelings.
You were the only one who fully understood me. You knew when I was really in pain and was holding back tears. You saw past my cool façade and reached out your hand to me. But I was always too worried about my reputation to accept your help. Just know I did appreciate it.
Maka, I love you. So so much. You were like family to me. I loved every moment together, even when I was being stubborn and not easy to deal with. Thanks for putting up with me.
Please don't cry when I'm gone. I want you to stay strong and be that Maka that everyone else saw. The badass meister who never backed down and was never afraid.
Though, I'm glad I got to see your other side; the one with tears and heartbreak. I'm glad that I was able to comfort you when no one else could. But I don't want you to cry for me. I want you to keep moving forward. Don't forget me, just remember all the good times, and the bad, because those essentially were good whenever I was with you. You made me a better person. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a thing. Except maybe telling you how I felt in person and keeping all this from happening, but that would be selfish of me. I was a selfish bastard, I got jealous of other guys who talked to you even though I knew good and well that I was the one you came to at night with all your worries.
I love you Maka, remember that.
Maka sat down on his bed, curling into herself and laying on her side. She reread the words over and over, hearing them in his voice. Tears wet her cheeks and a dull headache formed.
"Sorry," she mumbled, wiping away the drops of water, "I promise not to cry anymore." Her eyes fluttered closed and she fell to sleep, snuggled in his covers and hugging a pillow to her chest.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed Before I Die. Yes, it is now over.
This was a great experience for me as a writer and I very much appreciate everyone's support and comments.
Keep checking for any of my new stuff, and I will talk to you all in the future.
Goodbye and The End.
***P.S. I may come back and edit this story, but not so much you have to reread it or anything; just fixing some small errors.
But my point is that if you get notified that I updated or something (however that works)- you don't have to come back and read it. I promise you aren't missing out on anything. ***