Title: I Love You
Genre: Romance/Tradegy
Pairing: Roy x Edward
Summary: Was it really so hard to say 'I love you'?
Disclaimer: I wish I could own Fullmetal Alchemist, but I don't.
I Love You
Was it really so hard to say 'I love you'?
A simple sentence made up of only three words.
I'd never given it a single thought.
Ever since I was sixteen years old, I repeated this statement very often, almost every day. It felt familiar on my tongue whenever I said it. I was used to saying it.
Ever since I was sixteen years old, I had observed the behaviour of girls when they wanted to say 'I love you'. They struggled so hard just to get those three words out of their mouth. They squirmed, fidgeted, and blushed, then finally got the words out of their mouth. Slowly, hesitantly, their voice trembling, they managed to say, "I love you."
Ever since I was sixteen years old, I had learned to reply the girls who said this sentence to me quickly and smoothly, "I love you too." It came out of my mouth ever so naturally, that I never had to give it a thought. I almost responded automatically. I never did what they did. It was easy for me to say those three words.
But I never knew that it was actually so difficult to say it to a person that you actually do love.
As I stood in front of him, I found my tongue tied up. I could not say anything. I squirmed, fidgeted, and blushed. He stared at me.
I tried to avoid his eyes, but he followed my gaze.
"What's the matter, Mustang?" he asked impatiently.
I frowned. Tell him, I willed myself. You've said it so many times already, why can't you say it this time?
I opened my mouth, but no words come out.
"Stop behaving like a goldfish, Mustang," Ed growled. "If you don't have anything to say, I'll leave now."
My mouth hang open for a while more, but it was hopeless. The words were gone, no matter how hard I searched for them, they had completely vanished.
I gave up, and closed my mouth.
He gave me an odd look. Then he turned and boarded the train.
The train set off. I never saw him alive again.
"I love you, Ed," I whispered, hugging his cold, limp body close to mine. I kissed his freezing cheek, and ran my fingers through his smooth, blonde hair, like I had always wanted to do.
How I wish I had the courage to say those three words when I had a chance.
A/N: I don't know what made me write this. I really don't. I was just bored and stuck at home alone, then this thing came to me. Depressing, eh? Please read & review!