Title: Even If It Kills Me

Track: Fell In Love Without You

Author: risveglio

Summary: "What did I do last night? I laugh. I fell in love without you."

Pairings: RoyEd

Category: Romance

Words: 402

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Motion City Soundtrack's "Even If It Kills Me."

Warnings: Nothing.

Status: In Progress

—xx—

What did I do last night? I laugh. I fell in love without you.

You continue to ask me these questions; questions about my personal life that are absolutely none of your business—at least not anymore. I look into your dark eyes and I remember that thing… the thing we once had.

No, I didn't meet someone new—it's someone I've known for years. I went on a date with a girl who had been pining after me for years and now we're happily in… what was it that we used to call it?

Oh, right. We used to call it love.

"Oh?" you respond, "and what is her name?"

"That is confidential," I'm pissed that you're not pissed, "but it's great. I love her so much and she loves me."

"Well, that's nice, Fullmetal," you thumb through a file as you answer me coldly. "I'm glad to see you've moved on."

"Well," I continue, "it was an amazing date. In fact, us splitting up was the greatest idea. The date that this girl and I went on was so great—it could have made for decent fiction."

You glance up, and I can see the anger in your eyes, causing my heart to burn uncontrollably in my chest. This is what I wanted. I wanted you to be angry, pissed that I was moving on and you weren't. I wanted you to miss me.

However, my joy is short-lived. The fire in those eyes is out and you lick your lips. "So, last night, you went out, Fullmetal, and you fell in love—without me. I'm sure the stars that were out that night are nowhere near as big as you make them out to be."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, you stupid bastard?" I'm on my feet, unable to control my anger. You laugh, causing me to grow even angrier, and I'm stomping up to your desk. I slam my automail into the expensive looking wood, leaving a sizable mark. "Stop laughing, asshole! Stop it!"

You stop, but that incomparable smirk has replaced it, and it's much worse. "Edward, if you're done with me, you're done with me. Stop gloating about your pathetic date, and spend a little more time, perhaps, writing a better report than this." You flop my (thick) file onto the desk.

My blood is boiling, and I want to smack you, punch you, make you bleed.

However, I decide to do something worse.

I kiss you.

—xx—

A/N: Ok. This one isn't so great—but it's kind of hard to work with. I hope you'll continue to read these. Just know that they won't be very long. I'm going for a short sort of thing.

.maria