Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, or it's characters.. Though, I do own the ideas behind the story. I make no money off writing this story.

Author's Note: Edward has gone through too much, and having lost almost all of his friends... Though, Truely, He's the only one who can understand the horrors he's gone through... Save for one beautiful blonde woman who has cried over him ever since he left... Though, It's far too late for them now. Rated for Sexual Situations, Language, Violence/Gore, and Crude Humor.

Break me, Take me.

Chapter One: My heart

They did'nt understand.. Why did'nt they understand? The young man with golden blonde hair, and matching eyes thought to himself in the king-sized bed which rested in the manor he had been given by his ex- commanding officer.. Roy Mustang, Whom was now deceased, had given it to him, and his brother before he parted this mortal coil. Everyone knew how much he truely hated Mustang, but He had cried that night.. Not because a compatriot had died, but because his FRIEND had died.. To be honest, He never truely liked Mustang.. But in his own way, Roy had wriggled into his heart. Sort of a want-to-be father figure. Another went with his death... Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, Devastated by the one man she loved's death, She resorted to suicide.. Something Edward Elric, The Fullmetal Alchemist, Had never expected... Afterwards, he had been bumped up to Major Elric.. Alphonse, Having passed the State Alchemy Exam two years earlier, Was given the alias of the 'Freed Alchemist'.. Most possibly due to his earlier adventures with his brother.. The young man sat up, and gazed outside the window.. Remembering the many adventures he'd had with the many friends, and loved ones... As if a mission report filed through his head, The list came to him in slow bursts.

Alphonse Elric: Alive, 'Freed Alchemist', Currently Located in Central.

Winry Rockbell: Alive, Civilian, Currently Located in Central.

Psiren (Not a very fresh, but still a rather humorous memory.): Unknown, MIA.

Colonel Roy Mustang: Deceased, Two Years past.

Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye: Deceased, Two Years past.

Major Maes Hughes: Deceased, Three to Four years, Assasinated.

Scar: Deceased, Killed in the making of the Philospher's Stone which had been used to return Alphonse to his body.

Alex Armstrong: Alive, Retired from Service, Current Location in Central.

These were some of the more important figures... The ones that remained alive.. Well... Time flew by. The only one who had bothered to keep in touch was a much more soft Winry.. She had lost the passion for giving him near-concussions with his wrench... He remembered her smile, and the way she had always been so optimistic... Even when she was hurting inside.. He smiled at the thought of her... He had'nt seen her in two months, and honestly burned for it... The feelings of longing, and love had overflowed since he had freed his brother from the restraints of the armor... He had time now, He had freedom now, but He could'nt tell her... He could'nt give her the gift of knowing.. "I love you." Was all he had to say, but he could'nt say it.. His feeling welled inside of him before they burst... Winry had married Alphonse, and they were nearing parent-hood... He had given up on his child-hood friend.. Alphonse had threatened, and threatened that he would marry her if Edward had not fessed up... That was exactly what happened. Edward could'nt say he wase'nt proud of Alphonse, but he also could'nt say he was happy... Alphonse had become happy, and well taken care of... Edward had sunk into depression, and apathy. The words of Majo... Ex-Major, Armstrong had rung in his head... Speaking of a past conversation with Pinako Rockbell, Also deceased... "I fear that, If he falls, He won't have it in him to get back up again." Edward had scoffed... "It's odd how memories come flooding back to you when your mind wanders.." He thought to himself as he continued to gaze outside of the window.. Staring into the beautiful silver light of the moon. He did'nt have the strength to get back up again... He could'nt... Sorrow, and Guilt had consumed him.. Made him tired, and woeful. He bent over on his bed, and punched the soft padding of the mattress with his Auto-mail arm. "All of this crap has happened to me, and I can't get back on my feet! Damnit, Ed! Why can't you move? Your not weak! Your just too much of a jerk to get on with your fucking life!" He screamed into the foggy air of night...

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I know, Depressing is'nt it? Ah, That was just a starting paragraph.. Wait until you get into the story.

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