Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own FullMetal Alchemist. This is for this chapter and all future chapters under this story title. Because putting a disclaimer over and over can get ridiculous.
Ahead: Angst. Swearing. Reference to male-on-male sexual actions. You've been warned.
This is Edward's point of view.
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I wish you could understand that it's not you that I'm mad at. Of course, you could never understand that. You never talk to me. You bury yourself in paper work to avoid discussing anything. It's the only time you make Riza happy.
I'm not mad at you; please understand.
I'm mad at myself. I can't believe I keep forgiving you. Every time, I forgive you for your lies and I hate myself for it.
"We're only friends." You say to stop the rumor that is circulating headquarters.
"Yeah, real good friends; I'll bet." (Insert coworker) teases. They have no idea. Every day that one of them says that, you take home a girl rather than me. The next night, I can smell her in the sheets.
Thus all through our nighttime actions, I can only think of sluts and whores living on the street corners. My eyes begin to water at the pity of it, but luckily you've allowed pain to be my excuse.
"You know, you shouldn't be in pain anymore. It should have passed by now. Maybe we should see a doctor." You said one night.
"And say what? 'Hey doctor, when my lover fucks me in the ass, it hurts. But, you see, I've been fucked in the ass so many times that it shouldn't hurt anymore.' I'll sound like a fucking slut from the street corner." I said in return, letting some of my thoughts about whores slip in there.
"You're so fucking stubborn." You said, and slammed down some alcohol. It doesn't matter what kind of alcohol, since it varies.
The next day, we repeat it all over again.
"Roy, you look worn out. Were you screwing Edward last night?" Havoc says.
"We're only friends." You say and slam your office door.
"You know, one of these days, he's going to set you on fire." I whisper to Havoc.
Still, I can't bring myself to break it off. Despite everything, all your denial, and all your shame, I still love you, and I'm certain you love me too.
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Credits (because you inspire me):
Mystykat for her RoyxEd story Rumors. I couldn't tell you why, but that story just inspired me with this one.
Trigger by Susan Vaught. (It's a book). That inspired me by the line "You're so self-centered, I bet you think I'm mad at you."
The Ballad of Sal Villenueva by Taking Back Sunday (song). Specific lines: "You'd say 'we're only friends.' Yeah, real good friends, I bet, I bet."
I think that's all.
Thanks everyone.