My heart felt like it was being crushed as I stood outside the train station of Shibusen with my gorgeous partner, Maka Albarn. Today was a horrible day. The moment I woke up; sorry, not woke up; saw the sun dawn over the skyline this morning after a night of no sleep, I was in a horrible mood.
Maka was being transferred to a Weapon-Miester school in Paris, and as far as I knew, I would never see her again.
Every time I looked over at her, a piece of my very soul was thrown out the window. I couldn't live without my miester! Why would Lord Death do this to us?
I remember it as though it were moments ago, when in reality the event had taken place about a week before today.
"Good morning Lord Death! How can we be of assistance?" Maka chirped. She had been in a very good mood that day, which under my cool attitude, made me happy too.
That was going to change for the worst.
"Maka, Soul, I’m just going to come out and say this, since this isn't very easy..."
The tall Shinigami paused