The cold November wind whistled through the trees, flowing through Maka's hair and carrying it to the side, hiding the bottom part of her face, her full, plumb lips hidden behind the ash blonde locks. Her hair dropped as the wind subdued, revealing where a single tear crawled down her face from her almond shaped emerald eyes. She blinked quickly as she wiped away any evidence of the tears, closing her eyes so her heavy lashes rest on her cheeks.
Maka opened them again to glare down off the edge of the cliff, her eyes narrowed into slits. They were no longer sad. No, they were angry. The hate that burned in her emerald orbs was unimaginable and she almost stepped back because she was so infuriated she didn't want to give the bullies what they wanted.
Almost.
She sighed heavily before closing her eyes again, hanging her head back and letting go of her pent up anger. She listened to the waves crashing into the bottom of the cliff violently, and a small smile played at her lips. The thought that she would be engulfed in those waves in a few moments was oddly reassuring. The thought made her... happy.
Maka finally opened her eyes again and looked down at the navy blue water, the waves so dark they were almost black. Suitable for the situation as they would be used to take her life. Guilt gnawed in her stomach as she thought of her family, her Mama and Papa. Yeah, they weren't together anymore, Maka thought bitterly, but maybe they can be brought together by this, maybe they'd mourn her together. The thought of this gave her back her confidence, she sighed with contentment before hanging a foot over the edge, letting her weight fall forward with the full intention getting swallowed up by the deadly waves. She fell alright, she fell hard.
Just not the right way.
She winced and rubbed the back of her head, the soft grass under her palms made her almost groan. She felt a questionable amount of weight spread across her torso and opened her eyes in confusion, only for them to snap open in shock.
A boy was sprawled on top of her. He was about 18 or 19, two or three years older than herself, standing at the age of 16. His weight was kept off her by his hands, which were planted on either side of her head. His features were unusual, he had dark, crimson eyes which were wide with astonishment. They were eyes that never wavered, not for a second, she was almost convinced he could see right into her soul. He had a mass of spikey, gravity-defying snow-white hair that looked messy but fashionably so. He was very handsome, with an aristocratic face that she assumed drawn all the ladies in, but right now, most would run.
Because he was angry.
Not only angry, he was shocked. Astonished. He looked at her with absolute disbelief and made no move to get off. He mumbled, his voice was rich and deep, and from the small sentence she picked up a slight British undertone, but his words shocked her more than his accent.
"You were really going to jump, weren't you?"
The sentence made Maka's eyes almost well up with tears. She turned her head away, drawing her hands up to push at his chest. He took the hint and rolled off her, though he took her with him. He stood and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her to her feet, before drawing her away from the edge and back to the road.
Maka thought he'd leave it there. Wish her well and wave her off but was she wrong.
He whipped around to face her, his eyes no longer shocked but angry. Maka stepped back, startled but not scared.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" he snarled at her, grabbing her upper arms to shake her.
"What is it to you?" she exclaimed, trying to pull herself from his grasp but to no avail, he growled at her and tightened his grip. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her in place, and gain her attention.

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Best Way Not to Get Your Heart Broken
FanfictionMaka has been bullied her entire life. She'd had suicidal thoughts in the past but the aftermath of her parents divorce finally pushed her over the edge. Literally. Stood at the edge of a cliff she has the absolute intention to take her own life. Wi...