Fallen
The night he left,
Was the night I cried.
The night he left,
Was the night I died.
To my beloved Roy,
I'm so sorry. I can't go on. I hate to say this but without Al or Winry my soul is gone. I only hope that you can be happy without me.
Love Edward.
Ed put down the pencil and picked up the gun he had found that day. He put the not in the foyer. It was in the bowl were Roy dropped his keys so he would read it.
Ed then walked into the kitchen and put the gut to his temple. He stood there for a minute, not hearing the front door open and close.
Ed had his back to the hall so he didn't see his lover enter the kitchen.
"I could never be happy without you Ed." Said Roy. His voice was shaking with the unshed tears at the corners of his eyes. "I love you to much." Then he let the tears fall. He wasn't sobbing. No, it was more of a quiet mourning sound as the tears hit the tile floor.
The hand that was holding the gun went slack as the gun hit the floor. Ed ran into his lovers arms and began to sob.
Roy held Ed tightly, as if he would vanish if he let go.
"Roy… I'm so sorry." Cried Ed. Roy could feel his shirt get wet from Ed's tears, but he didn't care. Not at the moment.
Roy cried with his lover and they sank to the floor and Roy pulled Ed's shaking form into his lap. A silence consumed the two only broken by the sounds of crying until,
"Roy, do you hate me?" asked Ed.
"I could never hate you." He lifted Ed's face so he could look the blonde in the eyes. "I love you way to much to hate you. Why would you think that?" he asked confused.
"I never told you this but, men who try to bring women back to life, like I did with my mother, have tendency to gain certain parts that allow them to become pregnant." He looked at Roy as the dark harried man finally got what he was saying.
Roy's eyes lit up as he made the connection.
"do you mean what I think you mean?" he asked.
"Roy, were going to have a family." Said Ed looking up at his lover.
"But Ed, why would you want to end your own life?" asked Roy. "as well as the life of our child."
"because it wasn't supposed to be this way!" he said. "I was going to be with you, and have a family with you, but Al and Winry would be there to. They weren't supposed to die like that."
"Ed I know that. I loved to see their smiling faces as much as you did, believe me. But we just have to make it through this together." He said. Another tear leaked out of the corner of his eye. "if you don't live for me, live for the child that we made together. Live for that and the knowledge that Al and Winry would have wanted to see you happy and well."
Ed buried his face into the crook of Roy's neck.
"I'm sorry." He said. He soon fell asleep in Roy's arms on the kitchen floor.
Roy scooped up the bedraggled Ed and carried him up the stairs to the room that they shared. Once Ed was under the covers and curled up into the familiar ball he liked to sleep in Roy left to lock up every gun in the house so he wouldn't come home to a similar scene ever again.
While doing all of this the realized that when Ed slept he looked just like an angel. 'My fallen Angle.' He thought.
My brothers gone,
My sister to.
Now all that's left,
Is me and you.