So. Hello. –waves-
This is sort of implied RoyxEd, though not really. It's more a friendship then a relationship, but never mind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please review; I love reviews.
This is from Roy's point of view.
Disclamer: I don't own FMA or any of the characters.
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I waited. I waited for so long. I lived on my own, forbade myself from alchemy, and waited for you. I thought that if I could see you, if I knew that you were okay, then I would be able to carry on with life. I thought that I could return to the subordinates that were the closest people I had to friends and just go back to how things were. I wish I could have done. Then I wouldn't be in the position I am now, wondering what I should do.
I remember all those stupid little things you did that annoyed me. You had absolutely no manners. You ate like a pig. You were loud. You never listened to anyone. You were always determined to get your own way. All together, you seemed like the person I would hate the most. For some reason that even I don't know, you were my friend. You may not have considered me as such, but I thought of you as one.
I don't think even Al was as torn up as I was when you left. It was like losing Hughes all over again, but worse. At least I knew what had happened to him. With Al always saying that you were okay, that you were alive, I didn't know what to believe. If I could have been sure you were dead, no doubt things would have turned out differently. How strange is it that because I held onto the belief that you were alive … I lost you again.
I suppose this is my punishment. This is my punishment for all the people I have hurt. All the people I have killed. All the families I have tore apart. I know I deserve this. I know I deserve this pain, but that doesn't make this any easier to deal with. I just want you back.
So I'm lying here. I'm lying here on the ground, blood steadily staining the parched dirt a dark red. It's my blood. My life's essence is slowly draining away, and I can't even feel it. My body became numb a long time ago. You left, and I became an empty shell. Everyone thought I was fine. No-one suspected that your departure had hit me so hard. I guess I was a good actor. Or perhaps my subordinates don't know me very well. You would have seen through it. I know you would have done. You would have been able to tell something was wrong. Then again, if you were here then there wouldn't be anything wrong to notice.
On that day that you came back, the first time I saw you … I didn't believe it. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, or this was some kind of strange alchemy that I had never encountered. But no, you were real. You were so very real. And that made me happy, because Al had been right. You were alive, and you were well. I thought that would be all I needed to know. Or maybe I just thought that since you were back, you would be staying.
I helped you. I protected you. I made sure you didn't get hurt. And then you left again. It killed me. I didn't let it show, but it hurt. I knew that you were doing what you had to, but I still wished that I could change your mind. I wished there was a way that I could stop you from going. I knew it would be pointless, but I wanted to join in with Al. I wanted to join in with begging you to stay. Knowing you were safe wasn't enough like I had thought it would be.
So I lie here now, and I wonder. I wonder if I should give up now and let the gate take me. I wonder if you've died, and you'll be waiting for me. I wonder if I'll be the one doing the waiting, sitting there in the dark and hoping you come to me. I wonder if I should die now, or drag my life onwards.
I don't want to drag my life on. I don't want to live an empty life. There's nothing left for me here anymore. The one thing that I want more then anything in the world is in the gate. So I shut my eyes, and I let my blood spread out over the ground. I don't think about how people will react to me dying. I don't think about anyone else apart from you.
I open my eyes, and the gate is in front of me.
And I smile.
Hughes is waiting for me there. And I know that one day; I'll be the one waiting for you.
I'll be waiting, Ed.
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I'm thinking about writing another one which is of Ed's point of view. What do you think?