"Envy, you're lovely." The alchemist always had said. I was not. "Envy, you are pure. You are a bolt of energy, and you are you." I could not get those words out of my head enough. It always seemed to make me cry. Why?

Why had it made me cry?

"Edward, you are not aware." I'd say sometimes. "You are mistaken." I never was a confident bastard. I may have spread it around like I was, but I hate myself.

That made me cry too.

One night, I met Edward at a cliff, just at the edge. We sat on it, and dangled our feet like we would push ourselves off at any moment. That night meant something; we didn't talk. It was grand, and it was flawless. I swore I had a heart at that moment. It was beating, and it was beating fast. That night, the sunset came up early, I swore. It was silent, and calming, and peaceful and I cherished it. All we could hear was the wind passing by our ears and the birds chirping. I didn't understand why the hell I enjoyed that, because I wasn't a softy or a lovey type of person.

He looked at me, with those pools of golden bliss. That look, it was frighteningly gorgeous how the sunset blared in them and fit perfectly. I couldn't resist, so I gazed into them too. I could feel it all come into place.

He was beautiful

I thought it was totally foreign of me to think such a thing since I was a homunculus, and he was a human. I was immortal, and he was not. My heart lingered to get more attention, and I kept staring. Edward hooked up a smile, and I felt my inner being tremble. His smile always brought a pinch of ecstasy to me. I didn't smile back; I was busy focusing on the way his eyes were fixed onto mine so perfectly. I felt myself lean in slowly, but I stop, and look out back into the radiant colors of the sunset.

He whispered my name, and I turned to meet his gaze, but much closer than before. I jerked, and breathed in deeply.

That sunset, he kissed me.

It was the most eccentric feeling, but also the most euphoric. It solved everything; it confused my mind to bits, feeling his soft lips set on mine. What had made the alchemist do that? I still never knew why. But, the feeling. It sent butterflies to more than my stomach. More to my head, and sent adrenaline up my spine. I tensed up, and then part for a second. He looked kind of confused, and somewhat scared. I put my hand up under his chin, and my lips craved for more, so I went in for it. This would've been my only chance.

It felt much more pleasant.

I kept on kissing and teasing his lips, feeling him quiver and shake. It through me off; It drove me insaner than anything ever had. It intoxicated my evil thoughts with pure love. Something I had always desired. I begged for more, but only inside my mind. If anyone saw us have any type of romantic or suggestive contact, it would be hell for both of us.

I didn't care at that moment.

I used one hand to keep myself stable and the other to bring him closer to me. I was still kissing him, of course. He nudged me, and I opened my eyes and he broke it again. He lost his breath.

"Edward, you're lovely." I say. "Edward, you are pure and a bolt of energy. You are you."

He made a wider smile. I then smiled, and we both looked back into the distance, where the sunset has fallen. That night, I had a beautiful nightmare. It was real, but I knew I could never do that with him ever again.

I still love him.

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Just a short drabble. Nothing too big or anything. :)