I see many of those "Roy mistreats Ed" fics… well, I thought I would try for something different. I'm sorry this is poorly written. It's just mindless dribble that I decided to write down. So here you have it. It uses a lot of implying and stuff like that…

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Tears of Joy

I thought you were the warm embrace that comforted me, the warm embrace that told me that nothing bad could happen to be. That warm embrace killed me. You killed me.

You said that you would watch over me, push me to the top. These tears that weld up in my eyes don't mean as much as they used to.

You went too far. You have a wife and a daughter... what happened to them? You're always talking about how wonderful your daughter is… what happened her? All I can really register now is that you don't care as much as you lead us to think.

Were you drunk?

"C'mon baby." I remember those words… They we're coarse and had the sickening smell of alcohol. You used my trust… for something so vile…

When I got home… my body ached… my heart ached… I went to my bathroom hoping to never come out alive again. I reached for something… anything that could relieve my of this pain I was feeling. A razor was good enough for me.

Slice after slice... I tried to end it… but- I just couldn't… my body wouldn't let me… why?

Sigh… but, I could never hate you… no matter how much I tried, I could never hate you. I'm just sick. I try to forget. I try to hate. But trying isn't good enough.

The days count down to your funeral. Everyone is supposed to be there. The Elric brothers, Hawkeye, your wife, your daughter and even me. Each day I catch myself in the bathroom, counting the days off in my own way.

Day one – twice across…

Day two – once down…

Day three – the day of the funeral…

Now I stand here at your grave, feeling these eyes on me. Watching me. I'm always pulling down my uniform sleeve… because of you. I stand here at your grave… crying for you… crying for me…

Crying tears of joy… Hughes…

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I hope your caught what was happening. And I hope you don't hate it. I really hope you don't hate it… Sorry. It may sound a little cheesy at times… but I guess that can't be helped, being written at 4 am. This was in the POV of Roy… I hope you got that. Lol. Please R and R! I think that it was so choppy… er.