I don't own fullmetal alchemist or any characters from it. Only thing I own is my crazy way of doing things and insane plots. ;) I know this isn't probably perfectly written, but I hope you all can forgive me as this isn't my mother language. Thank you in advance! :)

Roy was walking down a path he had walked about million times before. He knew already every nook and curve of it, and it made him feel kind of satisfied; it was small thing, but still kind of meaningful to him.

His days here at Resembool had been so long and boring as all he really could do was keeping Edward's house and farm running while the younger man was away.

Everything he had worked so hard for seemed so far away now. It all had changed almost a year ago. Riza was gone, dead. Havoc was reported MIA and Roy suspected he too was dead. It was easier to talk about it now too. He wasn't too sure what had happened to Breda and Falman either but he at least knew they were somewhere alive and relatively well.

He supposed the country was alright at the moment too, since it wasn't at war anymore, not after Edward had managed to stop the minor fights on their borders few weeks back.

It still never ceased to amaze him how well Edward's alchemy worked, his body was almost perfect. He had only few scars here and there, all from his previous life as a colonel. He stopped to look at the view. It was so warm day and the cows were gracing on the field, it was all normal now, to stop here and watch them.

He actually missed his days as a colonel less and less as the days went by. He didn't need to be there anymore. It felt more and more like a blessing as he got used to working like this. Only thing he found himself to be missing was Edward.

If it wasn't for Edward's fast thinking he wouldn't be there. He would be dead. Edward had acted like a guardian angel for him, or maybe like a God. You know you don't get repaired by alchemy every day and it is illegal anyway. Still He felt so thankful to be alive, even if it meant he felt guilty for surviving. He could say his survival wasn't his own doing at all. If he decided to not to lie it was more like his own body wasn't really his anymore. More than half of it was actually Riza's.

Past
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He could hear the bombs going off in distance and was getting ready to go. It was time to make sure there wouldn't be so many losses on their side. It pained him dearly to know that Edward was here too. Young man was just too good hearted for this kind of war. In a way he pitied everyone that had been called to fight. Including himself.

He was thinner than what he used to be, there was shortage on wood and he had been giving some of his extras to Edward, when he saw young man occasionally. They had started to become closer during the time spent here on the front lines.

Roy had to admit Edward that Edward was literally destroying their enemies with a efficiency that made Roy feel jealous and scared too. It couldn't be good for him.

Soon enough he had to go with Hughes and Riza to kill and destroy mission southwards from their camp. They had a car as a means of transportation and while it was old and shitty, it meant they didn't have to walk too much; it made things quicker.

It still was a boring drive, Roy actually rested his eyes and slept, that was until he woke up to feeling of pain, extreme pain, searing trough his body. He could hear his own scream barely, there were too loud explosions, and they were too close. Roy managed somehow to open his eyes and saw Riza next to himself bleeding heavily from her eyes and nose, there was a huge chunk of metal buried in her head and Roy was quite certain she was dead.

There was a choking sob and Roy wasn't sure where it came from, trying desperately to get himself up, failing and coughing some blood while someone managed to pry the wreck that was on top of him off. He could see golden hair and eyes, the light looked so ethereal.

-Roy?! Voice asked and he groaned softly trying to lift his hand to shield his eyes from the invading light. There was a hand on his shoulder that felt reassuring, even though Roy felt like he was slowly dying there. "My body must be so damaged that I can't feel anything, or maybe I am in shock from blood loss…" He thought and slowly blinked at the person hovering above him. He really felt detached.

It didn't seem so important to try and ask who it was. It just started to feel like his thoughts were coming together slowly more sluggishly. He looked at the hand that was feeling Riza's neck for pulse. That was stupid he knew, but maybe the person who belonged to other end of that hand felt the need to make sure she wasn't alive.

He was being lifted up from the carcass of their car and heard someone he knew speaking slow and soft words to him? Or maybe it was just a hallucination. He knew he couldn't be too sure and he started to feel faint, everything seemed to be rotating and falling and he could only whimper when he was laid on the ground. There was a quick scraping sound and then everything turned to bright purple. After that he was relieved when blackness took over and everything faded to nothingness.

If you like review! I am working on writing this story, since I need some exercise for my English writing. I mainly speak and write Finnish so, this is a challenge to write in English again. :)