Christmas…..

Roy mustang, alone, sitting by the window of his office. Instead of celebrating the holidays he was reminiscing about what he could have been doing if his best friend and lover, Maes Hughes, was still alive. Remembering about the year past and all the times that they had shared. He was sure that his counterpart would wish for him to be celebrating like everyone else, like the happy people. But he couldn't, not in this much pain. He wished that the spirit of his beloved would permanently leave him, because it kept coming back and just wouldn't leave.

He could still vividly remember last Christmas, when he had spent most of his tome with Hughes, remembering the gentle kiss that hey had shared and the moments where they just stood by the window watching the snow fall. Maes would ultimately have a hold on him even if he tried to let go…

Roy, in truth had always been captivated by Hughes, He was really a wonderful person to be around, and He was always cheerful, always eccentric, and always full of life and always a loving person. There wasn't another person like him in this world, not now anyway… Every time Roy thought of Hughes, he remembered, then a feeling as if he'd been punched in the stomach. He missed him; he wanted him back so bad. Even when he dreamed, he would see his lover. He could almost feel him, and the he was shot back to his funeral and the last things he said to him.

One tear, than another, and another rolled down his cheek, Hughes would comfort him, and he'd do the same in return. All of this was channeled in to the fact that it was still barely, but possible that he could bring him back to life…

But, than again, it wouldn't really matter, would it? No. Because as much as Roy had tried to get over the fact that he was gone, It didn't matter for the one reason that he ultimately belonged to Gracia, Right?