--The Last Time--
"I want more, Envy. I always do. Surely you know me well enough to understand that by now."
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"Fuck it, why are you leaving now?"
Greed just grins.
"Why, because I'm a greedy bastard, Envy. Why the fuck else?"
"But why?!"
"Because I'm sick of this dump," he replies, "there's nothing left for me here and out there, is a whole world to be coveted. If I stay around here any longer I'm gonna get caught in a rut and never get out, never get anything out of this pathetic excuse for a life. I want more, Envy. I always do. Surely you know me well enough to understand that by now."
I scowl, something ripping and tearing inside. "So there's nothing left here, is it?"
Finally the bastard realizes his mistake.
"Oh fuck, Envy, don't be like that..."
"Like fuck I won't!" I snap. "I thought you said--!"
"I know what I said, Envy, don't get me wrong." He's raising his hands in that stupid I'm-not-looking-for-a-fight gesture.
Like it's going to help.
"So what you said wasn't what you meant?"
"That's not what I said."
"It's what you meant."
"My God, Envy," he smiles, exasperated, "you're like some kind of rabid girlfriend, putting words into my mouth to turn me into some kind of monster."
I snort.
"You are a monster."
"Well so are you, so that's a moot point."
"Like fuck it is," I mutter.
Greed just grins some more, and throws his arm about my neck.
I shrug him off irritably, scowl at the floor sullenly.
Childishly.
Fuck, I'm being so childish.
"Hey, hey, do you want me to stay or not?"
I'm not going to answer that.
"Well then I'm going. There's a whole world of money, women and god knows what else out there waiting for me. Ciao, grumpy."
He's halfway down the corridor by the time I find enough of my voice to call out to him again.
One last time.
"...So was it true or not?"
Greed stops, and I can see the wry smirk painted all over his face even though he hasn't turned around.
"You know I don't lie, Envy," he says. "I meant every word. But I'm Greed, precious; I always want more. Did you really think that having you would keep me here?"
That stings.
Fuck that stings.
And I think he knows it.
It's broken, now.
And it's never coming back.
The Envy overwhelms me, and the Wrath.
And the Cold.
He looks at me, his smile even wider and wryer as he lolls his head to one side, one hand in his pocket easily.
He's not even going to try and mend it, I can tell. He's given up. Fuck it, he gave up on me.
Even Greed gave up on me...
"Don't forget, Envy," he calls, "never forget. I'm trusting your word on this."
And then he's gone.
And I'm all alone.
And fuck it, I never even said goodbye.
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me, won't you? ; )
