Roy stared at the stone in front of him with a blank stare, the rain sticking his hair to his face. He had expected him to take it badly, but not like this. Little bit of time off here, a few tears there. That's how he was meant to act! And that's what he did. He was always sitting alone, refusing to talk. But he was only slightly sad, or so he thought.

How blind he was...

Roy claimed happily he would get over it, death is death and in the milatary you're surrounded by it. And then the poetry began. Hughes had talked him into writing how he felt so he did. He wrote about being lonely, alone in the world, hating himself. Nothing worrying. And then his diary arrived. Sad to say it was only then people began to get worried. Even sadder the diary had arrived in a parcel adressed to him. It was the letter that went with that had worried him.

'Time I followed the path my only family followed, sorry for being a pain...' He even added a little chibi on the bottom! And he'd only became slightly worried, the diary remained on his desk, unread till the notice arrived.

'Major Edward Elric was found dead yestarday in Lior, suicide.' That's why he sent the diary. A final plea for help. Help he never got... Roy snarled at himself angrily, thinking about the diary. Every entry was the same...

'I keep hearing his voice... Why won't it stop?'

'I hate my life, why don't they understand?'

'I miss Alphonse'

'Kill me.'

'Save me...'

'End it.'

'Why?'

Every entry. Every. Bloody entry since Alphonse's seal was destroyed by Envy. Even after Envy's death Ed was depressed. He held it all in praying for help. He was meant to help Ed. He was meant to be the person Ed turned to for help since he was the commanding officer. Why? WHY? He never asked! How was he meant to know? As Roy turned away from the grave he turned to the sky, eyes wet. "The rains in my eyes..." He muttered, denying the tears faling down his face.

So young... So very young... So talented... So alone... He died alone, noose tied around his neck. That was the death of the person who dedicated his very life, soul and limbs to protect his younger brother. Ironic, isn't it that the person with everything to live for died instead of the person with nothing.

Hanging, used for executions. Why that? Why choose that form of death? Roy let out a silent sob turning to walk away and froze. Two figures stood in front of him. One was a short blonde in a blue military uniform with gold eyes and the second was a taller blonde with equally gold eyes dressed in a white t-shirt and black trousers. The shorter one smiled sadly and then they were gone with the blowing of the breeze. Roy stared at the spot before smiling sadly.

"You were always waiting, weren't you?" Roy asked sadly. He pulled out his gun and released the safety. "How can I rule a country if I can't protect a seventeen year old?" He asked placing the barrel to his head. His life held no more meaning with that simple truth. The bang rang through the rain, yet no one found the black haired man until the next day, smile resting on his lips even in death.