Please Don't Go

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A/N...Just a short one shot I wrote up. I was listening to 'If Only Tears Could Bring You Back' by 'Midnight Sons' on a loop and several fanfiction ideas came into my head. That and I've been wanting to start a fanfiction by saying 'The world is cruel' for a while now. Hope you enjoy.

There was only one word to describe the world he live in. Cruel. That's it, cruel. The world was a cruel place, and there was no escape. Dreams? No chance. Dreams were just a twisted reality that provided false hope, and just when things were looking up you were to awake in your bed, in a cruel reality.

But how was the world cruel? Because it decided when a person was going to leave forever. And when that person was very close to you, well, you want to get revenge.

But he was only 14, a mere child. No one his age deserved to be dying the way he was. It just wasn't fair, it should have been him.

Colonel! Watch out!

If only he had seen that car coming, Ed wouldn't be dying.

Fullmetal, answer me damn it!

How could he ever forget that sound. The sound of dozens of little bones being crushed like crackers. The sound of blood that rose in his throat. The very sight was terrible. The blood. Oh god, the blood was everywhere.

Colonel, it hurts. Make it stop. Please.

That little whimper, that tear stained face. It was all his fault.

"Oh Ed, why does this have to happen?" Roy asked. He knew that no one would be able to hear him, but he still asked.

I don't want to go.

"Because it's my time to go." The voice was faint, it was nothing more than a raspy whisper. But it was loud enough to make Roy look in the direction of the small boy, motionless in the middle of the hospital bed. Ed was awake! Maybe he wasn't going to die after all?

But Roy knew better than to think false hopes. Ed was barley breathing, his eyes were already glazed over. It was his time to go, but Roy wasn't going to let him.

"Ed, you're alive! Hang on for a little longer. I'll get a doctor." Roy made to stand up but Ed's trembling hand managed to catch his wrist.

"It's no use, Roy. I hear someone calling my name. I have to go." A tear streaked his face and he fell limp, but still alive. "I love you, Colonel B-Bastard."

"Ed." Tears were brimming in Roy's eyes now. "Don't say that. The drugs are making you think things, you're not dying. I'm not letting you!"

Ed managed a weak smile, his grip on Roy's wrist going slack. "I'm gonna see my mom again. Please tell Al I love him. A Winry, tell her I..." His voice faded and his eyes glazed over. He died never being able to finish what he was going to say.

Colonel Bastard

Don't call me small!

I'm going to become a dog of the military.

Bow-wow!

The Philosopher's Stone is made out of living humans.

A fist to the face!

All of those memories he had of Ed. And that was the end. No more memories to be created, only old ones that were to soon turn to dust and fade.

"Ed, I love you so much," Roy whispered, tears streaming down his face. "And I never got to tell you that. I love you, Ed."

Then the room was silent, and the only sound came from Roy's sobs and the long, endless ringing that echoed around the small room.

Three weeks after the funeral, Roy sat alone in his house the lights dimmed. A glass of alcohol in one hand while a picture of Ed remained stubbornly clutched in his right. Roy remembered taking that picture after Ed became a dog of the military. He was holding his pocket watch out in from of him, a large grin plastered on his childish face.

He was never going to be able to see that face again, never hear his voice again.

Colonel Bastard.

What he would give if he could hear Ed say that again. But that was impossible. Ed was gone, and he never got to tell him how he felt.

Another tear fell from his face and landed on the photograph, among the other tear stains left on it from the countless of times he's cried while staring at this photo.

"I miss you so much, Ed."

End

A/N...And that's it. Fairly short, but I was trying to write sad storied and decide to write this. Not sure about you, but I found this pretty sad to write. Was it sad? Did you enjoy reading it? I'd love to hear what you think. I actually kinda feel bad for Roy. He never got to tell Ed that he loved him before he died. And now he's never going to get a chance to. Don't tell you don't think that's a little sad.

Oh, if anyone actually likes this story, leave a review, one review, and I'll most likely post a longer version of this story with more detail or add another chapter if I have the time. But I just posted this now to see if anyone bothered to read it. Hope at least someone enjoyed reading this.