A/N: I don't know why, but I had an idea in my head like this since September. I may change the title later, but it depends if I come up with something better.

This story contains:

People losing their memory, angst, female Crona, Soul/Maka, Kid/Crona, and BlackStar/Tsubaki.

I do not own Soul Eater.

Without further ado, please enjoy!

It's always times like these

When I think of you

And I wonder

If you ever

Think of me

Maka has memory problems sometimes. It's nothing big, so we usually don't worry about it. Occasionally she'll forget small things like to turn the burner off, or what we just watched on TV, or what we had for dinner last night. She'll forget why she walked into a room, how to spell simple words, what time she has to wake up for work, or what her father's phone number is. Other times, it takes her a little while to remember that we're married.

But she always remembers in the end. That's why we don't worry about it too much. We just pushed it off as a minor case of short term memory loss, and went back to living our lives.

I usually cook our meals, since I don't really trust her with the stove anymore. She almost set our house on fire once. She doesn't even remember certain recipes anymore, which is a shame because I used to love her key lime pie. One morning, while I'm flipping an omelet over, she walks into the kitchen looking kinda confused. When I ask her what's worn, she just looks at me for a little while before replying.

"Soul, I just had the weirdest dream. You and Black Star were fighting Kid outside the school! But then he tried to wield you but you landed on his head and nearly sliced him in half. It felt so real!" She exclaimed, and I frown. "Maka, that did happen. A long time ago. When Kid first enrolled in the school and you were there, with Tsubaki, watching the whole thing." She looks really stumped for a second. "...Huh? I was?" She asks, and I sigh. Great, so she's forgetting major events now, too?

I turn back to the omelets and put them on plates, handing her one. "Yep, you were there." I say, and she looks disbelieving for a second before she remembers. "Oh yeah! That was before we fought Stein!" She said, triumphant. But she's wrong.

"...No, dear. That was before we fought Crona." I remind her. She just looks down at her breakfast. "...I knew that..." She says softly, but still isn't looking at me. I really doubt she does. "Of course you do, Maka. Of course you do." I say, and return to my meal.

I try to be gentle with her when things like this happen. I know that she knows that she forgets things a lot too, and she doesn't like to admit that she's wrong. We silently eat our breakfast, and Maka says that she's going to read the newspaper when she's done. I nod and take our plates to the sink, deciding to wash them later.

When I walk into the living room, Maka is watching the news on TV. I sit next to her. "I thought you said that you were gonna read the newspaper.." I say, and she replies while still watching the screen. "No, I said that I was going to watch the news. You should really listen to people when they're talking to you. Ha, I sound like Crona." She says, and I chuckle. At least she didn't forget that.

"Whatever you say, Maka." I tell her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. She smiles and continues to watch the news.

Maka started this about three years ago, when she turned 25. The first time we noticed it, she forgot where our house was when she was driving back from Liz's house alone. It took her all night to get home, and all I could do was wait for her. It was the scariest night of my life when I thought I might've lost her. She showed up at 4:00 in the morning, and she was crying her eyes out. We sat on the couch and she explained everything to me. We fell asleep there that night.

The next morning, she thought that we were late for school. When I reminded her that we graduated a long time ago, she didn't believe me. We went to a doctor, and he gave us a perscription for some pills she could take to make this less likely to happen. I crush them and put it into her water since she doesn't like pills. He told me that what she has doesn't have a name, but with the right treatments, she'll be better in no time. I really hope these pills are working.

I really hope it only gets better from here. But I know that isn't likely. The day will come sooner or later when Maka forgets me completely. I don't know what I'll do then.

'Cause everything's so wrong

And I don't belong

Living in your

Precious memories

-Vanessa Carlton, A Thousand Miles