Title: Four Suits (Roy POV)
Warnings: Don't worry, I'll keep you safe.

Disclaimer: I hate this part; it just reminds me of my lack of owning such a great story.

Shuffle

"Smile," chorused the photographer again as he snapped shot after shot of the happy couple. Roy blinked and wondered if his eyes would ever be the same again. He could see only spots.

"Stop squinting so much, your eyes are small enough as it is. When you do that, you look like your eyes are closed," Maes said with his characteristic grin. Roy only quirked an eyebrow as they walked over towards where Fullmetal and Havoc were standing just out of the way of all the guest traffic.

"At least my 'small' eyes are fully functional. Last time you took your glasses off you squinted into a doorframe as I recall." Roy countered with a smirk and joined into the two blonde's conversation.

"Of course. It's part of my job." Havoc was saying.

Roy smirked again, adding, "You'll be out of a job, Havoc, if you don't stop smoking in the office. Hawkeye has put in another 'request'."

Havoc sighed and said, "If she would just let me have my break back, I wouldn't need to smoke in the office."

Maes gave Roy a sideways glance. Roy smirked back and shook his head in disbelief, knowing what Maes was going to say next.

"Perhaps you should quit." Maes stated as Roy tried to keep in a laugh. It looked like Edward was having the same problem. Havoc would never quit smoking. It was a part of life, like death and taxes.

Havoc countered snappishly with, "I'll quit smoking when you stop waving those pictures around."

No one could contain their laughter that time. They didn't even notice the camera flash.

Roy sat next to Abbie in complete boredom. She was the most insipid girl he had ever met. That in itself was a huge accomplishment because last week he gone out with a beautiful mute woman. Normally Roy liked conversation, but she had been really good with her hands so he hadn't complained. Abbie, on the other hand, never stopped her pointless chatter. Her only one good quality was that her long golden hair was a striking contrast to his own dark locks. As arm candy, she was perfect, if only she would keep her pretty lips together for more than thirty seconds.

"… and my brother Larry sat on the sandwich! Isn't that hilarious darling?" Abbie's high pitched squeal was beginning to make the hairs on his arms stand on end. Roy was starting to worry that if she sounded like this in public, how would she sound elsewhere? He wondered how soon he could leave before it would be considered rude. He looked around the room after giving his date a brief smile and saw the newlyweds were still dancing. Once Maria and Denny left for their honeymoon retreat, Roy could retreat from this honey of a woman; she stuck to him everywhere and not in a good way. At least she was easy on the eyes and even easier between her thighs. She laughed again and Roy closed his eyes. Did he really want to take this one home?

She started into another one of her stories and Roy felt his eyes glaze over. Where had he found this total fluff of a woman? Oh yes, she was the ex-roommate of another conquest. She was perfect for maintaining his image. Roy was just glad he had found someone to be his date for this wedding in so little time. Five hours to be exact. If Maes hadn't called to ask him for an extra shirt button, he would have forgotten completely. Roy almost wished he had ignored that phone call; it would have saved him from this boredom, from this wedding and from this horrid conversation.

"Would you like something to drink? I'll go get some punch for the two of us." Roy interrupted and left abruptly in search of the punch table. He found it on the far side of the room with ease. The trip would give him plenty of time to not be at his table. Roy walked in a wide arc around the dance floor centered in the room, surrounded by white tables with matching white center pieces. Roy took his time, noticing that everything from the cake to the wall hangings were white. How delightfully and traditionally bland it all was. That combined with all the black tuxedos made for a very boring and unappealing view.

Roy saw one familiar face after another and realized they were mostly all military members. If that were the case, at least someone would have a blue uniform on, but a quick glance around revealed that they were all in civilian formal wear. The closest was Hawkeye in her pale blue dress and black sandals. She should wear knee length dresses more often, her pale calves looked exquisite as she danced… with Fuery. That was surprising. Roy felt momentarily proud of his male staff member for finally finding the courage to ask a girl to dance, even if he feared what would happen if Fuery stepped on said girl's foot. From the look of her fitted dress, she was unarmed, but one could never tell with First Lieutenant Hawkeye. She was always prepared and full of surprises, a lethal combination.

The only splashes of colour in the room were the daffodils, daises in the flower arrangements and the poor bridesmaids that were forcibly dressed to match. Pastels were the polite thing for women to wear to a spring wedding and all but his 'lavish' date abided by that unspoken rule. Even Miss Rockbell had on a dusty rose dress with thin straps, simple, pretty and appropriate. Abbie, however, was dressed in a very provocative bright orange dress, showing entirely too much skin on the top and bottom. Normally Roy would enjoy such a view, but he really couldn't stand to be close enough to her to see her. Out of sight would be her best side, or merely out of hearing range.

Roy came across Breda and Armstrong's table. Looking over Breda's shoulder he saw a strategically set up battlefield. It was the Salt and Pepper Stronghold against the Cutlery Foreign Legions. Everything on the table was arranged into landscape and weaponry, including what looked like a pack of cigarettes as a barricade. Roy wondered amusedly how they had confiscated those from Havoc when Breda moved his wallet battalion into the corsage forest to the right of Armstrong's napkin moat surrounding his fort. Two wineglass watchtowers sent out sentries to investigate. None of them returned and neither did Roy, leaving them to re-enact the Battle of Meridian Falls.

Finally arriving at the punch table, Roy ladled two glasses with a sigh. He really didn't want to go back. A drink in each hand, he passed Falman and Sheska. They were avidly discussing the clues revealed this week on a popular mystery radio show Roy never got into. Every week there was an hour broadcast involving fictional detectives trying to solve crimes. It was very detailed; interviews and even late night chases took place over the air. Listeners have until the last Monday of the month to submit their murderer and why. Roy thought about it for a moment, wasn't the prize for being right a chance to be a random witness in the next case file? Sheska was avidly trying to convince Falman that Gretel the barkeep had poisoned the ice cubes in Ferric the drifter's drink and that Miss Swanson had been poisoned by her greedy, future mother-in-law. Roy shook his head and left them to their heated discussion.

A short blond nearly knocked him over as Roy turned to head back to his dreaded seat. It was a fast walking Fullmetal. Roy looked at the long, for a shrimp, strides he was taking out into the hall, Alphonse close on his heel. It had been two years since Al's return to flesh and feeling. Roy still didn't know most of the details, in fact, he was pretty sure all he knew about it was a lie fabricated by the storming blond. Everyone was too happy for the both of them to care about such a trivial matter as details.

The two brothers had moved back to Resembool shortly after Alphonse's return, leaving a strange and awkward lull in their wake. Roy would never admit it, but those ten months after they left were hard on him. The yelling and pointless missions had become a part of his day-to-day life. The hole left behind did nothing but remind him of all the other things missing in his life. When Fullmetal showed up at his office after less than a year, he was happier than was appropriate for a commanding officer. It wasn't so much for the return of Edward Elric that he was happy for, but for getting back something he lost in general. That rarely happened to Roy.

Fullmetal had been demanding and agitated that fateful re-enlistment day fourteen months ago, but everyone knew better than to question why he left his little brother, the one he spent the better part of his life trying to restore. Roy watch the blond braid flick out the door to the main reception room and turned away. Whatever was going on was between Edward and Alphonse. Roy just hoped that property damage wouldn't be an issue in the resolving of their problem.

"Uncle Roy, will you dance wi' me?" came a voice from around his knees. Roy looked down between his drinks and little Elysia grinned up at him. She had a pretty wreath of yellow daisies in her hair and a dress to match. She was the flower girl, naturally.

"Sorry pretty petal, I have to deliver these drinks," Roy said with a smile he reserved for her alone. She pouted with her big puppy eyes for a moment, then a familiar tune played from the band. It was slow and had beautiful lyrics sung by a dark haired woman with a deep jazzy voice. Elysia sped off to a table half the room away. Roy wondered what just happened, then it hit him as Elysia ran directly to her father. Maes picked her up and hugged her close, rotating smoothly with the music. His longest friend looked both sad and happy at the same time, before closing his eyes. Roy understood. This song had been Gracia's favourite before she died… was murdered… only eighteen months ago. Elysia was lucky to have survived the attack. It was just another small radical group, but their 'demonstration' had cost Maes the love of his life, and he hadn't been the same since.

The fake smiles and constant cheeriness made Roy want to shake Maes until the man was in tears, but Roy was forced to keep his distance. He still remembered the funeral. Maes had pushed his comforting hand aside and accused him of not knowing how it felt, to lose a loved one. Roy watched the two continue their dance and felt the bottom of his stomach drop out. He knew what it was like to lose a loved one only too well. The memory surfaced before he could stop it.

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"We did it Roy! Now we are proud officers of the military. I say they will regret this day, once you and I start wrecking havoc." A teenaged Maes undid the confining collar of his graduation parade uniform with one hand and bit the white glove off the other.

An equally teenaged Roy just watched him silently as he clutched his gloves, twisting them with nervous energy. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. It was now or never. Roy wetted his lips and tried to speak, but nothing came out.

"Hey, don't look so nervous. Moving from the school dorms to the state dorms won't be that big of a change. I know you'll have a new roommate, but that doesn't mean we'll stop being friends." Maes smiled at him and pulled his other glove off, putting them in his pocket.

Roy could only think of all those nights he had laid in bed, watching the shadows on the ceiling and listening to Maes breathe. How could he live without hearing that wonderful rhythm ever again? It was more than just a sound; it was like Roy's pulse, steady constant and should always be there. Maes couldn't go, fuck alchemy. Roy hated himself for applying for the alchemist program. He loved and had a natural talent for alchemy, but it was nothing to the secret love he had for his dear friend. Now it was one of many things seeking to keep them apart.

Roy glared at that thought, they were never really together. Maes was always oblivious, taking Roy's every comment and gesture as one of friendship and camaraderie. Tonight was his last chance to do something unmistakably clear.

"Are you ok? You look pale in these shadows, let's go inside." Maes had a hand on his forehead now and Roy snapped. In one quick and clumsy movement he crashed his lips on Maes' and wrapped his arms around the taller man. Roy pulled back after a moment to look into those bespectacled eyes. Maes was stunned and looking straight ahead. The silence combined with not being shoved away gave him the courage to kiss Maes again, this time softly. Roy feather light pressed his lips against Maes's moving them slowly. It was perfect. It was his moment. Roy felt happiest he ever felt in his whole life. Then his world came tumbling down.

Maes began to laugh and shoved him away. "You really are something Roy Mustang," Maes cackled and slapped him on the back. "I didn't even see you drink, and I was with you the whole day! How did you do it? Do you have a hidden flask? Can I see it?"

Maes's excited jabbering confused him immensely. "…What flask?"

"Ok, then someone slipped you a drink then. Who was it? Man that stuff must be good. I just hope you don't remember this tomorrow." Maes slapped his back a second time.

What was happening? Roy could feel his moment slipping away. How did Maes misunderstand him again? He clenched his fists in determination. Roy would speak his feelings so there would be no room for any misunderstanding, not a single one.

"Maes, I love you," Roy said seriously, looking to the side but then deciding to look into those green eyes. "I love you more than anyone."

Maes blinked at him once, than twice. "Gee Roy, I love you too." Roy heart beat so loudly he feared it would echo, "You are like the brother I never had. I was going to wait until we got all settled in with moving our kits, but I can't wait. I'm going to ask Gracia to marry me! Man I hope you aren't too drunk to understand me because this is big! Huge!"

Roy's heart stopped. No. No. No, no, no, nononono! How could this have happened? He had said the words! Roy had told him he loved him. He had kissed him twice! It was all slipping away. Maes pulled a ring box out of his pocket and questioned Roy about how and where he should propose. Roy gave him short and brief answers, letting his heart fall apart, one shaved flake at a time. He was losing Maes and yet he was still close enough to touch. Roy guessed it was true, all love led to tears. He just couldn't shed them.

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Maes was still a part of his life, close enough to touch, but Roy could never forget that day. He had been a stupid boy going through a silly phase. Every young man had a defining moment of pure idiocy that indicated his coming into reality. A man could never love another man. It was ridiculous. Roy looked at Maes with his daughter. If it was so ridiculous, then why did just looking at him, make Roy question everything he was certain of? Why did his heart hurt so much about a puppy love that wasn't even applicable?

Roy downed one of his punch glasses completely and laid it on a table. The song was still playing but he couldn't listen. It stood for everything missing in his life. Roy left the room in search for air. He needed to breathe.

"No. There is nothing wrong with me," came a familiar voice from in the hall. It was Fullmetal. Roy quickly halted his fast stride just short of the doorway.

Alphonse's voice replied, "But even Winry says it's not natural…"

Roy peeked around the doorframe. Fullmetal and his brother looked to be having a deep conversation. Luckily the doorway he was hiding in was between them and the conservatory. If the two brothers would just look away, he could slip into peaceful solitude among the hedges. But Fullmetal was regrettably facing his direction and he knew getting caught over hearing this conversation would be dangerous, not only for Roy but for all the innocent bystanders the building would crush.

Fullmetal was foaming at the mouth, "I don't care what Winry thinks, Al. My private life is just that, private!"

Roy wondered hastily if there was another entrance but found himself being drawn in with Alphonse's hasty reply. "But Ed, what if you are, you know…?"

Are what? Annoying didn't seem to fit, neither did short. What else could Fullmetal be? Blond? Male? An Alchemist?

"If I'm what, Alphonse? Not normal, different?" There was a dark feel to those harshly spoken words. "You think returning to Resembool will fix it? I don't have a problem and I sure as hell do not need you to tell me I do!" His voice was laced with suppressed rage. Roy couldn't see the two of them without being seen himself, but he could feel that golden glare through the wood against his back.

"Then why don't you get a girlfriend, Edward? Every time we talk about this, it goes nowhere."

So it is about that. Alphonse was just playing the 'Maes' card, thinking marriage and relationships cured all. Roy allowed himself a dark but silent 'ha' and took a sip of his second glass punch.

"Because I don't want one. Is that so hard to understand, Al?" Roy knew that he understood that. He rarely wanted the additional company of the women he slept with. He took another sip and sighed as he listened. "Just because you're crushing on Winry does not mean I have follow suit as well."

Roy ventured a look and saw Alphonse blush with a determined look. "Edward, you don't even look at girls."

He quickly hid again. Fuck, this was getting too personal. There had to be another way into the damn conservatory.

"Why should I? Has it ever occurred to you that I might just not be interested in that sort of thing at all?" Roy could hear Fullmetal stomp as he paced. He quickly took a sip of his punch and darted down the hall. The walking stopped and he hid again behind a thick curtain that was drawn back. It was wide enough to hide him. Roy could almost reach the door handle to freedom. "That I could find all that relationship stuff to be completely pointless and a waste of time? That I don't look at girls, or guys, because I really don't care?"

Roy couldn't believe his ears. Fullmetal and he actually had something in common. Roy never cared for any of it. He dated and whored around because if he didn't, people would talk. He had an image to keep up. If he wasn't such a slut for women, Maes might remember that silly confession and be distant or wary of him. Roy refused to risk losing his friendship with Maes just because he was… unacceptable. The world saw wanting another man as unnatural, unhealthy and unclean. Why would Maes, raised in that culture, think differently? A small voice said that Roy was raised the same way, but he countered with his usual reply. Roy was all those things, unnatural, unhealthy, unclean and ultimately unhappy. Roy's breath was coming in shallow pants. There wasn't enough air.

He launched himself away from his curtain seclusion to the door. One quick knob turn and he was surrounded by beautiful floral air and the sounds of a babbling brook. He strolled down the cobble stone path until he found a small stone bench. It was the perfect place for a defective man like him to sit and drink not nearly alcoholic enough punch in a poor attempt to drown out his miseries. Roy flopped down and loosened his bowtie. It was nice and warm in the glass surrounded garden. He stretched out his feet and leaned back, looked at the sun through the tinted ceiling.

He kept his mind blank as he enjoyed the warm rays through his black suit. It was the only one he owned. Most formal events required his uniform so he never bothered to stock up his closet with nice suits. The only reason he even had this one was because of another wedding he went to. It was the only other wedding he had ever attended, Maes and Gracia's. Roy was the ultimate best man. He resided himself to that fact. He had smiled and handed over the vows the love of his life had written for another person. It was painful and heartbreaking but Roy was the master of lies. No one would ever be able to tell, looking at the pictures that he was being torn in two pieces with every frame. Besides, Maes was happy and Gracia was a nice girl. He had nothing against her and missed her horribly now that she was gone. He wished she'd come back; just to see Maes smile again. The fake smiles he wore now were starting to make Roy feel sick on the inside.

"What the fuck?" Something…or actually someone cursed as they tripped over his legs. Roy blinked and stared at the blond mop picking his face off the walkway to look at his legs. The shrimp probably couldn't crane his neck back far enough to see any higher. Roy though about telling Fullmetal as such, but his heart wasn't in it.

"Bastard!" He screeched in indignation. "You did that on purpose."

Roy didn't even spare him a look as he took a drink from his depleting glass. It was a real shame he didn't have more.

Fullmetal was still glaring at him, so he gave the kid what he wanted half heartedly. "Hardly, Fullmetal. It's not my fault your legs cannot even manage task as simple as stepping over something."

Roy looked at the fair sized pond behind Fullmetal and thought about the fish. How awful it must be, to be trapped in their fake atmosphere. Roy felt much the same. He was trapped in a job that didn't allow him the luxury of want. He was trapped in a life that did the same.

Fullmetal plopped down beside him without a trace of grace. Roy wondered what it would take to get some peace and quiet but was surprised when the shorter of the two didn't speak. He looked strained and tired. Roy might have been concerned if he weren't already trapped in his own little world of turmoil. He just wanted to be alone.

Roy didn't want to sound anything like he felt, so he made his tone sound annoyed. "...Do you plan on staying here long, Fullmetal?"

Maybe he could trick the other alchemist into leaving on his own accord instead of Roy telling him to leave. That would be nice. He didn't feel up to one of their many shouting matches.

"Huh? Stay where, bastard?" The blond blinked at him as if he had forgotten where he was.

Roy waited for a light to turn on, but apparently no one was home yet so he made it clearer. "Here, on my bench Fullmetal."

"It's not your bench, Mustang. I can sit here if I want to." At least things were slipping back into pattern. The younger of the two was oblivious to Roy's mood, which he was grateful for. Roy wondered how the end of the blond's argument went, but decided against it. It was none of his business and he was best to forgot it. Roy had enough of his own problems to deal with.

He pushed Fullmetal into leaving again so that he could sit in blissful oblivion instead of thinking. "Seeing a person alone in a secluded place usually means to most people that they want to be alone. Of course, you are rarely like most people once again it seems."

He hadn't meant to say that much, it just slipped out. Roy cursed himself for being so out of control. Roy Mustang never let anything he didn't intend to say be said. It was as simple as that.

"I didn't ask you," the blond said flatly, "to start a conversation up. You can sit here and escape all you want."

From the scowl on Fullmetal's face, that was a slip also. The two of them seemed to be skating around, not wanting to be honest with themselves or one another. Roy quirked his eyebrow and decided he was up a small round of playing 'conversation'.

"Escape? I'm not the one who stormed and cursed my way into this quiet retreat and I certainly never mentioned escaping." He contained his amusement as he watched the other alchemist change colour and allowed a mocking smirk to pull at the corner of his lips.

The golden beast hissed and snarled, "Shut up. It's none of your business anyways."

"And I am very thankful for that. If it is anything like our work 'business' it will surely be expensive and offend countless innocents." Roy sighed and drank the last of his punch. Getting another glass required the risk of being caught. He looked at the older Elric and contemplated asking him to get another glass. Normally he would never think to ask, but the situation only benefited him with every outcome. Fullmetal could actually get him his drink or he would throw a fit and leave him in peace. Nothing was said for a moment then the shorter sighed.

"Fullmetal?" Roy asked in a concerned tone. It disturbed him to see the boy so down. He briefly forgot about his own hell to think of Edward's… having his only brother and family say those things, assuming Edward was unnatural. Roy shuddered and looked at his empty glass with a dark glint. This was ridiculous! Fullmetal was just being confronted about being an unsociable little shit. That's all there was too it. Roy scorned himself for making his own demons into Fullmetal's. They were two different problems and that was that.

"I think weddings only give people stupid ideas." The brief statement brought him back.

He looked sidelong at Fullmetal, then to the greenery. It helped keep certain thoughts at bay to not look at a person when speaking. "I'm not that fond of them either."

"This is the first one I've been to." The blond confessed and turned his head away before Roy could get a good look at him. He felt the urge to say more, but he didn't know why.

"They don't get any better." Somehow confiding that small piece of information made his dread not as heavy as before. The small exchange made him think about the hallway. If Edward was really like him, it was a long, lonely path with no end. Roy looked at him but sad nothing. Words would tarnish the moment of honesty.

Edward looked away and closed his eyes as if thinking. Roy waited for a response and ran his finger over the glass edge, but it was too dry to sing. Then Edward got up.

Feel it was too personal a situation for formalities, Roy said "Going somewhere, Ed?"

It felt odd to say his name. Roy didn't know why, it was just a name. Maybe it was because his opinion of the young man was different now. He was no longer that brat who pounded his desk and yelled about budget cuts. It was like a gong was sounding in his mind. That brat was now this rather sad looking young man whose only family was being unsupportive. Roy knew that poison all too well but then, he never told a soul, so support was out of the question.

"Yep. Going back in there." Edward stated and let out a long breath. Their eyes met and Roy was asked, "These things never get better?"

"Correct." Was all Roy managed to reply. He was caught in his own world again. He distantly realised Fullmetal had cursed and left.

So now he was Fullmetal again. His mind switched back to the title once the moment was over.

Roy looked at his glass a final time and got up. He really hated sitting without something in his hand. The punch wasn't much, but it was better than oxygen and pointless thoughts. He felt confused like he hadn't been in years.

He usually ignored or compensated for that part of him that was never happy. Roy never allowed himself to look at men because he was convinced if he didn't look, he'd never want to look. After hearing the Elric's talking and seeing Maes so sad had uprooted his fortification. Things that had long since died were resurrecting inside of him.

Roy placed his glass on a window sill in the hallway. His whole world was upside down and all the things he was certain of were slipping away, and his silly crush on Maes in the academy didn't seem so silly anymore. Or maybe even sillier because a desperation was rising he had thought was gone. Roy paced back and forth for a moment, and then stopped when he heard cheering and laughing. The happy couple must be having their last dance. At least some people were having fun here.

"Hey you," said Abbie from behind him.

Roy turned slowly and put on his smirking mask. "You found me."

He put a hand in his pant pocket, the causal pose being one of his favourites.

"You had me worried." She spoke slowly; each word was a step closer. Despite her complete lack of conversational intrigue, she wasn't a fool. Abbie used her body like any craftsmen with their trade tool; with a graceful skill that only experience brought. She ran a hand along the collar of his black jacket and down the front, undoing the buttons.

"What can I say? I guess I'm a bad man, to make a beautiful creature like you worry." Roy's words were as smooth as silk. Abbie responded like so many of her predecessors, with her hands cupping his ass.

"You've been very naughty Colonel Mustang. I think I need to teach you a lesson in manners." She ran her manicured nail into up into the back of his shirt, scratching him suggestively. She winked over his shoulder before turning to him.

"Who was that for?" Roy whispered into her ear, playing his part splendidly.

"It was that friend of yours darling, the one with the glasses you introduced me to. I think he may have been worried after hearing about your coming punishment because he just stormed away. Maybe he's jealous, but don't worry; you'll still be alive when I'm done with you to give him a full account. I like being bragged about." Her hands traced his belt to the front, clicking one of her rings on his buckle.

Not caring about whoever …glasses? Had it been Fuery been there? Or was it Maes? ... saw him in the hall, Roy slid his fingers down her bare back and nudged her towards the door. There were some things better to drown in than alcohol and they didn't give you hangovers in the morning. Roy, being the prepared man he was, always had a uniform in the back of his car for just these instances. He had the feeling he wouldn't have time to pick it up before work in the morning and was glad for it. There were no memories at her place to haunt him.

He looked at the clothes-line of photos hanging around the dim room. The photographer sighed as he found yet another with a half lidded participant. He really despised blinkers.

One photo in particular caught his eye. It was a photo of those four he had seen before the reception. They had been laughing and relaxed, perfect candid models. He smile examining their matching plain black suits and yellow boutonnières. They were all different in their own way, despite looking like they were all dressed by the same boring person. The photographer took the photo down and decided to make four copies, one for each striking individual.

Maybe one day this picture might mean something to them. He liked to think his work had an effect on people. The photographer also secretly hoped it would remind them to buy their suits from different places next time.

END

Well hello out there. Welcome to my newest fic "Four Suits" and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. This is a collaboration with the author silkendreammaid, so for Edward's point of view, you need to read hers. Our main title, chapter titles and chapters events cross over with one another so you are really missing out if you only read mine. She is in my Favourite Author's list if you need a link to her profile.

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