A/N: Hey, here's another depressing one!

Roy= Normal

Ed= Italics

Disclaimer: I don't own and sadly I never will.

Silent Prayers

I'm sorry Al, but I can't help it... Sometimes when I doubt, I...when I look at all the familiar, yet so different faces around me I regret. Every time it happens I feel this twinge of regret for doing what I did, for saving you. I know that's selfish of me, but it's there and no matter how hard I try it won't go away. I'm truly happy that you can touch and taste but I...I can't help it, it hurts being so far away.

I'm sorry Al, but lately it's happening a lot more.

Fullmetal, where are you? Are you, dare I think it, dead? No you, that would never happen to you, your alive, but where? Are you alone? Hurt somewhere begging for someone to save you? As I lay on this bed are you losing hope for someone to rescue you?

"Roy?" Asked a hesitant female voice beside the man. Riza was sitting on a stool next to his bed, she had let her hair down so it framed her face. Her hair was shimmering in the sunlight that passed through the curtains from the window on the other side. The breeze that passed through made her hair move lightly in the air.

He gave her a sad smile. "You look lovely with your hair down, you should keep it that way."

Fullmetal, even in the fluorescent light your hair would shimmer, you may think it strange but I always noticed the lightest things about you. The way your eyes would sparkle when speaking of alchemy or the way when food was within 20 feet, your nose would automatically go up and you'd sniff the air like a dog hunting it's next meal.

Al...Al...Colonel save me, someone save me, please. I'll go mad if I don't...if I don't see you again. I don't want to live in a world where I can't see your smirk or your egotistical face. I don't want a life where I can't hold you at night, or kiss you when I have a bad nightmare to know that it wasn't real.

Riza gave her dark eyed superior a gentle smile. She somehow knew that what he said wasn't for her, no, it was for a blond, golden-eyed youngster. She learned that her superior was enthralled with the boy a while back, but she did not care. He was a good friend, and like all good friends she wished the best for him. "He would have looked lovely with his hair down as well, sir." The onyx haired man looked at his lap as he nodded in agreement. "Now Roy. how would you like to go out today? It's been three months already since you had to go on bed rest, would you like to go see his...grave?"

The man's head shot up in shock and rage, "Ed's grave! Why does he have a grave, his body has not been found and when it is found he will be alive!" He shouted in rage at the women, who, when his outburst began, looked away and to the side. How dare they, he seethed, how dare they make him a grave, the boy was a prodigy, a hero, he never gave up and who ever should doubt him are fools!

"I'm sorry sir, but we had to..." She choked out as hot tears cascaded down her face, she too believed that Edward was alive somewhere out there. Yet, she could not let her heart believe what the facts disproved. Even the great must fall someday. She had to help her friend see that, so that he someday may find happiness, she had to help. Yet, why did it feel like she was somehow betraying Edward by trying to make Roy forget him.

Ed looked, no, searched the ceiling of his bedroom for what felt like the billionth time. He was searching for a way, a way to somehow make the pain go away. He had been staring at the ceiling for the last three hours, as if it held the answer, yet the only thing he found was 38 tiny cracks in the plaster.

He sighed as he turned on his side, the bed creaking slightly at the move, he closed his eyes, but quickly opened them, when he was met with images of the Colonel. "Stupid man, just go away! Stop making me feel these feelings." He growled as he pushed his face in the pillow, fisting the blanket he was lying on. Go away! I don't want your memory here, it's only making the pain worse! I have to forget somehow and with the images I see everytime I close my eyes, it won't happen.

"You had to? Why?" The man was still seeing red, he couldn't believe anyone would think the blond dead, that fiery, hot-tempered god like creature.

"Sir, he's still missing! See logic, it's been three and a half months!" The blonde got out of her chair and stared the man on the bed down as she shouted. "He's dead!"

"Don't say such things!" He shouted back as he glared at the women.

"He's not coming back." She whispered with determination.

"No." He shook his head with equal determination, she was not going to make him forget about his blond, no he would not let her fill his head with lies.

"He's dead and he can never come back." She snarled louder, "He's dead and your going to have to except that one day, Roy."

"Get out."

"Sir-"

"I said get out!" He screamed, cutting her off, she gave him a sad, pitying look.

She bent down and picked up the handbag that was next to her chair, then walked to the door, but before she turned it she looked back at her superior officer, "The faster you accept his death, the faster you will heal..." With that said, she left, leaving Roy in an unbearable silence.

He slouched in on himself as his hands went to grip the side of his head, he felt something hot stream down his face, "It's raining today..." He whispered.

"Roy."

"Ed."

"I need you here, not a memory..."

A/N: This is not complete yet, and yes the final line they say together.

EDIT: Totally didn't see the mistake I made, I got a bit of Edward and Roy's parts mixed up... But don't worry I fixed it! :3