I do not own Soul Eater, nor do I own the cover image.
I let the tangy metallic taste fill my mouth, the blood on my arm disappears before my eyes.
My teeth turn red, just like my hair. I bet it's beautiful, my mouth matches my hair and eyes.
Maybe I'll ask you how it looks.
But you won't think it's pretty, will you?
You're underground. Six feet underground.
Maybe that's why my mouth is red.
Do you think it's pretty?
What's your favorite color again?
It wasn't red.
I'm forgetting you.
I don't want to forget you.
Please come back.
Matt, please tell me if it's pretty or not. I want to know.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Because I think you are.
Especially your blood.
Did you love me, Matt?
Because I love you.
But I loved your blood the most.
It must taste amazing...
Like strawberry syrup...
You are gorgeous.
I'm forgetting what you look like.
I'm forgetting you.
I'm losing it.
Gorgeous as BLOOD.
I need you.
I don't have much control left.
Matt, have you ever tried to fly?
I think I will.
When I fly, I can catch the birds.
I've always wondered how their blood tastes.
I'll bet it tastes good.
I wonder how it feels to fly.
Is it fun?
Is it hard?
Is it worth the risk?
Matt, I don't want to hurt anyone..
I'm scared I will.
The wind pushing you forward or backwards, up or down.
It's the wind's decision whether I fly or not.
Should I try?
The bird blood with taste amazing.
I want all of it.
Every. Last. Drop.
I'm going to jump, Matt.
I'm already at the edge of the roof.
You remember the roof.
There's Maka, and Soul. Oh, Blackstar and Tsubaki. Kid, Liz, and Patti too.
The small people below are yelling at me not to fly.
They don't me to.
EVERY. LAST. DROP.
Maka's telling me it isn't worth it.
She hasn't seen what I've been doing to myself recently to make sure I don't attack her, or Soul, or Blackstar, or Tsubaki, or Kid, or Liz, or Patti.
I'm going to fly.
EVERY. SINGLE. DROP.
I'm flying. I'm flying through the air.
Right towards the concrete.
I wonder how my blood will look on the concrete.
Would it look pretty?
Hey Maka, is my blood pretty on the ground?
Matching my hair and eyes?
I'm sorry Maka, Soul, Blackstar, Kid, Liz, Patti.
But now you're safe.
And I'm free.
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