A/N: Monday, my sister would have been 16 years old. I finally went up to her grave and got to sing happy birthday and eat a cupcake and everything. Anyway, I'll be starting my YouTube channel soon and have videos posted. Enjoy?

The two sat together on the bed, staring mindlessly into space. The facts each had said to each other were sinking in, the room silent.

He held him close, twisting his lover's blonde hair as he played with it. Compared to him and the size of his bed, the poor teen looked smaller then he actually was. And somehow, this amused the older one, a smile drawing itself on his face.

Edward had come over during dinner, shock stricken on his face. Of course, Roy rushed him inside, held him close and whispered sweet nothings to calm the kid down. It took him about ten minutes to calm him down enough to tell him what was going on. When he was told he, too, had fallen into slight shock. But now, they sat together, taking in the silence that embraced them.

"I'm sorry..." The blonde finally whispered.

The black haired teen looked down at him, confused. "For what?" He asked.

"For you know...being crazy." He chuckled slightly, leaning in closer to his lover.

The words he had said forced Roy to laugh, causing confusion between them. He felt golden eyes glare at him, wishing to burn him. And as Ed opened his mouth to speak his mind, the older one beat him to it.

"You honestly believe I care about that?"

The comment took him back. In all honesty, yes. He did believe that he cared about that. Because who would want to be with someone who was clinically insane? He stared at his lover with wide eyes, almost asking just that with them as onyx eyes stared back.

"I love you. And if you have an imaginary friend, I'm all cool with that. If you have another personality, I'm here for both of you. Just because you're different then others doesn't mean you should be loved any less."

These words rushed into his veins, forcing all the blood in them to retreat to his face. Within a matter of seconds, his cheeks were as red as rubies, his heart as fast as a bullet train. If his eyes weren't wide open and out there to dry in the fanned room, he would have been tearing up with joy. In a way, he knew he was right. Just because one is different doesn't mean one should be loved any less then others.

He stared mindlessly into Roy's onyx eyes, not realizing just how close he was getting until their lips touched. Slowly closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, trying to pull himself closer.

The kiss these two shared was not simple nor was it complex. It seemed like it was their first, innocent and true. Ed's heart fluttered and his lips stung from the cold air as they pulled apart. He pouted slightly, wanting to lean forward and kiss him once more but stopped himself.

Hours seemed to pass by in seconds as he stared into the deep black eyes of his lover, his mouth hanging open.

"I love you too, Roy..." He muttered.

The emotion on the older teen's face did not change and neither did the lust in his eyes that traveled down to his mouth once more.

Without another word, he pressed his lips up against his, kissing him more deeply, with more passion then he had ever done before. The blonde slowly laid back onto the bed, melting into the kiss as if he was butter in an oven. Roy's hand made it's way up the teen's shirt, forcing it off Edward's lightly tanned torso. With the two apart, the youngest took it upon himself to slip off his lover's shirt as well, exposing both of them. As they pressed each other's lips together again, they kept their bodies close. The feeling of their skin touching the other's was exhilarating, adrenaline pumping through their veins.

Every time the black haired teen lifted his chest, even for just a second, the blonde forced his up so they would meet. He felt closer to him that way.

As Roy's lips brought themselves down and weaved off his cheek, onto his neck, Ed felt something. Eyes being drilled into him like someone else was in the room. Looking over, he saw just what.

There Alphonse stood, watching the event take place. More blood rushed to his face as he tried to pull his lover off.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up slightly.

"Al is in the room." The other replied.

This caused the older of the two to look around franticly, trying to look for the boy. The brunette shook his head and stared into the eyes of his brother. "I'll leave. But please, find me tomorrow?"

"Edward, this isn't healthy."

"What's not healthy? Not eating or being crazy?"

The doctor sighed as he stared at the blonde in question, his eyes trying to dig themselves into the child's mind. Even though he was only seven, he was the smartest man he had ever known.

"Both." He answered. "I'm sorry to say, Ed, but there is no Alphonse. He doesn't exist."

The two golden orbs that sat in the eye sockets of his head glared him down, his hair lose and in his face, giving him a menacing look.

"If Al doesn't exist, then your wife doesn't either."

His blue eyes went wide with fear and questions. How did he know he had a wife? How did he know that she wasn't alive?

"W-what?"

"Your wife talks to me, Mr. Heidrich. She has a lot to talk about. She says you should stop being alone and find someone." Edward said, sitting up in his chair.

Dr. Heidrich stood up, glaring down at the boy. If his room was sound proof, he would have strangled the child and stabbed his eyes out with his pen. How dare he? He doesn't know anything. After all, he's just another crazy. Another nut that nobody would care if he lived or died.

Ed's golden eyes traced the desk as he stood as well. His nimble fingers traced the letter opener that sat proudly next to the doctor's name.

"If Al doesn't exist..." He said softly, picking the weapon up. "Then neither should I."

With a swift motion, he jabbed the letter opener into his own chest, watching as the blood dripped down the white hospital gown. Dr. Heidrich jumped back with shock and began screaming for the guards that stood outside.

"Ed! Ed! Edward, wake up!"

The blonde gasped as he sat up, breathing heavily. His skin was soaked in a cold sweat and his lover sat next to him, worry and concern clearly written on his face. Looking at his chest, he noticed the scar that lined it, now knowing it wasn't from any car accident. With wide eyes, he looked back up at Roy.

"I need to get that doll."

A/N: Oh! And I have a skype. Look on my profile for the details. Thank you for your time. - ADAM