I don't own FMA.
Birthday present for Sia-chan (I hope you like it as much as I did when I read the final version :) )
Ophelia
It's such a beautiful night, the nicest of the fall so far, and I see you standing over my body and looking down at my face. You shine in the moonlight. The blue moonlight.
You could never be happy, is this right for you? Blame it on me. You'll feel good and I'll feel better.
"Why do you look so peaceful?" You say, bending down by my side, taking my hand in yours. I can't believe it when you kiss me; oh, kissing life into someone doesn't work when you're dead, Envy. But my lips are cold. Colder than they have ever been.
You'd have made what was left of my heart fall to pieces.
"Come on Lust, there are things that you still need to do..." you whisper with impotence, you're such a child, "You never trusted me" is your final veredict, and I can't speak to you, can't tell you to stop searching for me, because what was left of life in me is now gone with the air that spirals towards the sky, such a pretty view. No, don't do it. Don't dedicate all those feelings to me, you should save them for someone who can accept them. I will never smile at you again, I'll never look at you again.
That endless company we once promised ended almost when it began, stop searching, stop, because you may wander far into this blue night and never find me.
"ANSWER ME!"
I can feel the despair in your voice, my beloved, I can hear it as clearly as I can see the tears -of anger, of course- that brim your eyes. You can't save me. You won't find me. I'm leaving towards the sky, the Gate, Hell, or Heaven, I'll only know when I get there. I'm going. I'm gone.
You search in vain.
R&R, ok?
A/N: A dead Lust's soul or ghost talks to a despairing Envy, who of course can't hear a thing.
