DIsclaimer: I dont't own FMA or the characters :I

Sorry i dont mention names til like the end

warning: language DEATH

It started one day when I was doing laundry and found lipstick marks on one of his shirt collars. Knowing the fact women practically threw themselves at him, I laughed and threw the shirt in the washer. But then one day, he came home smelling of something sweet like a woman would wear. Coming to the same conclusion as before, I ignored my suspicions and went on with my day.

Months passed and things kept coming to my attention that I desperately tried to ignore. He came home later every day and started treating me with cold hostility.

One of the nights he actually treated me with loving passion, I smelled the same sick sweet smell in the bed sheets. My mind shut down and I acted with my body. As the smell enveloped me, I couldn't stop from sobbing silently until I fell asleep.

He ignored me. Barely spoke to me. Used me when he was angry and used me when the stress was too much for him. I wonder why I stayed. I was so desperately in love with him, but I knew there was another person in his life that he loved more than me. Maybe I should leave him? I couldn't bare the thought.

One night, coming home from shopping, I heard movement upstairs. I knew what was happening. I listened to the repeating creaks and screams. Oh, how I wanted those to be screams of agony.

I sat in the kitchen and listened with a blank face. It got faster and stilled for a second, got slower and stopped. After about a half an hour, the door opened and a small brown haired woman walked down the stairs wearing the very same button up shirt I always wore to bed.

She froze at the sight of me.

I looked at the table and smirked. "So you're the one who's been making my life hell."

I could hear her flinch at those words. "I…" She never finished.

"Get out of my house or I swear to fucking god, I will hurt you." I looked into her eyes and she immediately walked out of the front door. A car engine roared to life and drove away.

Now, the hardest part was confronting him. My feet were silent as I make my way upstairs and quietly opened our big bedroom door. There he was sound asleep and dressed as if he was perfectly content with the world. I felt my body tremble and my vision go blurry with angry tears.

I came up with a plan.

Handsome Roy Mustang loved juice. Sweet strawberry banana juice. You know what's also sweet? Anti-freeze. I slipped a bit in every glass he had and watched him get more and more ill every day until he couldn't get out of bed.

"Edward," he panted, "I need to go to the hospital."

"Shh, sweety, youre okay." I ran my fingers through his raven hair and smiled evily.

"I feel like I'm dying."

"You're not."

Roy sat silently and closed his eyes.

The next morning, he could barely breathe and his insides felt like they were falling apart and rotting. "Edward, what's wrong with me? Why won't you take me to a hospital?" He panted.

"Things are finally working out for me, Roy. You're not seeing that slut anymore. I have you all to myself."

The bed-ridden man didn't reply, just sat still with wide eyes.

"You're going to die. The poison, it was sweet, huh? I always heard ant-freeze was sweet, but I was honestly surprised you never noticed it. This was all pretty easy. You made a huge mistake, and now you're paying for it." I said sweetly.

"Fucking, *pant* insane." Roy's breathing slowed and eventually stopped.

I smiled. I haven't been this happy in a long time. "You're mine, Roy." I stroked his still warm hand and sat on the bed near him and looked at his pale face. His eyes were closed and his hair fell near his eyes.

Things were perfect.

Well.. first one lol

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