Notes: Another angst piece for Lust…maybe I should start being nicer to her…the stuff in '…' are her thoughts…using some lines from the song "Breathe No More" sang by the wonderful Amy Lee.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, or the song that inspired this.

Shards of Me

I've been looking into the mirror for so long

That I've come to believe that my soul

Is on the other side

Pulling her hair into a ponytail at the end she throws it over her shoulder.

Next is to be donned the purple dress, covering her usual outfit for it would not work for a mission of this precision and delicacy. A more subtle approach was necessary. If she had wanted to get him into bed, than she would have done an excellent job with the revealing thing. But she would not be able to get any information from him if she was just a toy. He wouldn't possibly tell military secrets to a one night stand.

But he might to a woman he "loved"…

So with broad strokes she puts light pink on her lips. Then an earthy tone is powdered over her face so that she does not look as pale, her skin not as corpse-looking. A dash with the kohl brush and she is complete.

'This is all just a mission'

When she looks into the mirror she can almost believe that she is human.

Not that she wants to of course.

Idly she wonders if this was what she looked like when she was human. Healthily glowing cheeks, plump pink lips.

'Is this Solaris?' a smile that is ovibiously forced, looks too fake on her face 'Is this what my soul looked like?'

All the little pieces falling, shatter

Shards of me

Too sharp to put back together

Too small to matter

But big enough to cut me into so many

Little pieces

If I try to touch her

Tich!

A thousand shards of glass shatter, most of them falling onto the floor, some sticking into her skin.

Looking down at the empty place where her heart was she watches with bored eyes as red grows in a puddle, seeping into the cloth.

Sighing in annoyance she wrenches the large shard out of her chest and curls her lips back in distate at how the skin quickly pulls itself back together.

'I'll have to wash this again.'

She isn't sure if she means herself or the dress.

And I bleed

I bleed

And I breathe

I breathe no more