The blonde angel
Chapter 9! I can't believe I've dragged it out this long... I'm sorry but if you guys like it, then continue it must!
As we left off, Roy had rescued Edward from a horrible demise and the culprit obliterated. The healing process for the emotional scars had begun, but one round of sex and a short conversation weren't going to completely heal him. Edward needs more than just physical love, he needs space. Time to think as it were.
Edward: Why am I always the damsel in distress?
Me: Because Edward, it's cute when you're in trouble.
Edward: *grumble grumble*
Anyway, Edward's heart begins to heal, but the torment at the hands of his automail send him slightly over the edge and once more Roy is set as his prince charming. Will he get there in time? Or will time prove to be on neither one's side and let the angel become fallen?
So yeah, it's going to be a short cliff hanger. Ain't I a stinker? ^_^'
The next day, Edward was quiet. Ever since the Tucker incident, he'd become distant. The first night he was talkative, but today was so different. He barely ate, he didn't move much and always seemed to be staring into space. On the sofa, Edward had his knees tucked into his chest. Roy was at a loss for words. What could you say at a time like this? Of course he isn't going to be okay, he sat helpless as he and other younger children were tortured. Unfortunately, most of the children didn't survive. The entire time Edward sat, he was staring at his right hand. Roy walked to sit next to him, and placed an arm around him.
"Edward? You've been staring at your arm all day. What's bothering you?" Edward said nothing. Roy continued to try and provoke a reaction out of him anyway he could, but to no avail. Instead, Edward got up and put his shoes and coat on. He stepped out of the door, his hair loose and a little messy. Roy was disheartened.
Why was his angel so far away from him? His eyes had lost their luster, his skin wasn't glowing with love and emotion. He'd become somewhat of a robot and to tell the truth, Roy was scared. By the time his brain caught up with him to get up and run after Edward, he was gone. There wasn't a sign of him at all. He'd run frantically for hours, searching everywhere he could think Edward would go. Night had fallen, and Roy was exhausted. But he continued his search, until he came to a destroyed bridge. Tall and stone, with a deep, rushing river beneath. A glimmer of gold shining in the soft glow of the moon.
"Edward!" Roy yelled. He sprinted across the ground, reaching as far as he could. He knew Edward's work, he was the one who destroyed it. Edward looked up, his dull eyes full of tears. Roy's eyes welled as he read his face...
He was going to jump.
"Edward! Please come down from there!" As Roy yelled, the sky grew dark and thunder rumbled across the sky. Rain hammered to the ground, and Edward looked back towards the water.
"Why?" Edward's response, harsh and emotionless. Roy had to think for a moment.
"Edward please! Don't do this, so many people depend on you!"
"Liar! Ever since my mistake, all I've done is make more. No one relies on me because all I do is let people down." Edward yelled, sobbing loudly. Roy's tears merged with the raindrops.
"That's not true! Think of all the people you've saved. Think about me! What would I do if you left?" Edward looked back at Roy.
"Be your usual self and find a new partner. You can't truly love me! You know what I've done, I'm a monster and good people don't love monsters!" These words really hit home. Had Edward been hiding these feelings all these years?
"Edward. I'm not a good person. I've stepped over countless people, killed hundreds. Some innocent. I've carried the guilt with me since I first killed someone. It's been eating away at me slowly and you're the only one in my life that's slowly repairing the damage I've done! I'm begging you get down and come home." Edward shifted towards the edge.
"I have no home." And he jumped. Roy yelled as loud as he could, but Edward continued into the water. His golden hair disappearing under the rapids of the river, his hand slowly sinking and his coat floated to the surface.
