-1Edward grit his teeth together, his face twisting in a grimace of pain and anger. Who the hell was he fooling? Sure wasn't himself--the main person he wanted, needed to fool into blindness. He knew what he thought was a lie--he did love the Colonel, more than he would ever tell or show anyone.

But, were the same feelings felt by Roy? Even with his brow knitted in concern and his obsidian eyes shinning with worry, Edward doubted he did. Maybe, he thought as pain leapt in his heart--and this was the type of pain no bullet could inflict--and as his amber eyes slid closed, he was just another name scrawled in that man's little black book. Another person he could brag about fucking. Nothing more than a name and a date, was that all he meant to this dark haired man looming in front of him?

What the hell…have I gotten myself into?

"Edward! Edward," Roy was calling his name out with the same concern and worry his face had foretold, but, it seemed so…rehearsed. As if Roy had expected all this to happen, as if he was the signal for his wound to reopen and he was therefore ready with a fake sympathy act.

Go ahead, Colonel, go right on ahead. Act it out for the people in your head to see and hear, play the role of the concerned lover. While you do that, I'll just sit here and hope someone comes and whisks me back into the hospital, where my wounds will be treated and my name not screamed.

"Edward, please, say something! Edward!" He just didn't know when to give up, did he? Edward could feel the blood soaking through his clothes now, and his head felt lighter than usual. And what did the man do? Scream his freakin' name as if it would call the power of heaven down to heal him…

Then, all went quite. A minute passed, two. Three. Ten, they flew by. The pain was starting to fade, but the blood kept oozing from the bullet wound. By the time Edward had opened his eyes to glare at the obsidian-eyed man, a large pool of it surrounded his entire body. Heart leaping again, Edward lowered his gaze. He couldn't stand to see Roy in the state he was in.

Roy had his head burred in his hands, his body shaking. Edward caught his small mutterings, "Please….say something. Say something. Saysomethingsaysomethingsaysomethingsaysomething…"

Edward was tempted--so very tempted--to place his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, to tell him not to worry. He wanted to say something to calm his fears, but the words were trapped in his throat. This was just like the dream he had had the last few weeks. It was almost the same exact thing…

---Edward lay in his hospital bed, his wound was pulsing with pain and he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, trying to find a position that would tame the burning flame his injury shot throughout his body. No such luck came to him.

But, while he was lying there, he heard something. A voice, familiar and soothing. It told him that his wound would heal and the pain would ebb…but only if he accepted what he didn't want to accept. Only thing he had to do to free himself form pain was to say what he forbade himself to say. Either say it and accept it, or suffer for the rest of your pathetic life, the voice went on.

"Do you choose to end your suffering or do you choose not only to keep it alive, but to infect others with it? What you choose to do will change the lives of everyone close to you, everyone you hold most dear…"

Edward opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He had no voice to say want he wanted to, what he needed to. He felt the voice's owner leave after a while, fed up with waiting. Apparently, the voice had said before it evaporated with the shadows, you choose to die lonely, and in pain. Those around you will share the same fate as you.

And with horror, Ed realized who the voice belonged too. It was his own voice.---

He always woke up right after that, shaking and in a cold sweat. And for the first few moments afterwards, the only thing he would hear was silence. A bleeding silence that, in the short time it occurred, drove him near to insanity. That's what Roy was going through, Edward realized. This man feared the silence just as much as he. With sickening guilt, Ed was also aware that he was the one to inflict it onto him.

It was his fault.

And with three little, microscopic words…he could end the silence forever. The silence everyone fears--the silence of the heart. However, Fate is cruel to those most in need of it's power, and as Edward fell back onto the roof, did he need that power the most.

Xxx---xxX

Screaming in a thick mixture of fright, pain, and confusion, Edward shoot up from his bed, tearing at the covers. He couldn't stop until he felt someone's firm, warm hands on his shoulders. Edward looked up, seeing who held him back from destroying his hospital room.

One of the doctors from when he first arrived smiled down at him. His name was forgotten now, but Edward recognized the face and eased up a bit, letting his hands--which were knotted in the bed sheets--cup his head. Body shaking, Edward started to mumble what he had wanted to say to Roy before he passed out. The words that would end his pain…and Roy's.

"I love you, I love you. Roy….I love you…."

…eh-heh…it's longer…AND here faster. REJOICE IN YOUR MERRIMENT! And praise me! ., jokin', jokin'.

Till next time, me reviewers.

Ele.