I hate you. I always have. Ever since I set eyes on you.
But then why? What is with all these fantasies running through my mind?
Imagining soft kisses, bodies pressed together. Green locks framing your perfect face.
Imagining your pale body on top of mine, my hands travelling across that well-toned chest, drowning into violet eyes, clouded with desire.
It wasn't healthy to think these things about the enemy. It was unhealthy, it was stupid, and it didn't make any sense.
Why would I want the enemy? I just can't figure it out. I hate you, but yet, I want you. I want your body on top of mine, and not in a fight. I want to hold you like there is now tomorrow. I want to whisper 'I love you' in your ear.
But that was my mistake.
My imagination took me too far. Once I said those three words, my world came crashing down.
You hate me now. You hate me more then ever. But I still can't get you out of my head.
Everyday, it's "Brother, are you okay?"
And everyday it's "Yes, Al. I'm fine."
I would lock myself in my room for hours on end. I would sit on my bed and think about nothing but you. I would whisper 'I love you' to nothing in particular.
No answer ever came.
I was stupid to ever love you. I was stupid to think you could ever love me back.
I'm a plain idiot. To ever love the enemy.
"I love you, Envy."
"I love you too, Ed."
I would wish one day those words would come true. So you would hold me in those strong arms. You would kiss me with your pedal soft lips. We wouldn't care what others thought.
One day, my wish came true.
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Yeah. So it's just a little one-shot about Envy and Ed. It might seem a little weird, but I was listening to Lilium on repeat