Okay. Simple one shot on Greed's internal conflicts over what he truly desires. It is based after he gets his memories back after the Devil's nest was obliterated in the Brotherhood. Enjoy! And Please review!
Sentence Left Unfinished
It wasn't enough. It's never enough, love. It's just something that floats around between two people like a sentence left unfinished. It is a bond between friends that is never defined by anything but a smile, a simple nod. Something so powerful and so renowned couldn't even quench a parched throat. It is the only thing humans want more than anything in the world, more than life itself. It is something they are willing to do anything for. I never understood it. Maybe that is why I am just less than human. It is a concept that I couldn't grasp and left me wondering, why?
I saw so many people lay down on the ground cold, completely frozen with their shirts soaked with love. My love. It always confused me how people were so willing to give their lives for me when all I wanted from them was for them to live. Live. I always hated it. I want to finish that sentence that love didn't bother to write down. I want to define that line, write the rules that love just didn't give a damn about. I want to say that this is what you do for love, nothing more, nothing less. This is what I want. I don't want friends who would so willingly cross those lines I laid down for them just to try and save me. It is something that love just shouldn't be.
It hurts what love can do. Why do people crave it so much if their clothes just end up with crimson stains and tear marks all down them? Why must something that is supposed to give everything, take it all away in an instant? I hate them for leaving me alone. I hate them for just lying cold on the ground when it is obvious I needed warmth. Yet, I can't hate them. I just can't. I want them. I want them more than anything yet it is the one thing I can't have. They are gone and the only thing left is a simple knife in my soul, the last evidence that they were even in this world. They are gone and I am alone yet again just this time I feel it. I know what it means to love and I hate it now more than ever. Loneliness never hurt as bad as this. Love, that gasp of air, that pause between conversations, that heavenly being that looks down on you, it came into my world just to rip it all out from beneath me. It filled my friends' minds and then took them too. I don't have friends anymore. I don't want friends anymore. Who would want something that you can't keep? Who would want someone who wielded the blade that cut me so deep I am scarred at the soul? Who would want something that could hurt so bad? I do.
Before that heartbreak, there was something. I don't know what it was, but it wasn't love. It didn't hurt like love. It didn't feel like love. It just felt like an unfinished sentence, a gap between conversations, a blurry line between yes and no. It was something better than gold. And Humans crave it. Humans want it. Humans lust for it. I know I don't want love. Love is cruel, love is hate, love is death. But I want that bond between the souls more than anything in the world and I, Greed, will get it.