Probably wouldn't be this Way
Got a date a week from Friday,
with a preacher's son.
Everybody says he's crazy.
I'll have to see.
Edward sat on his bed writing in his diary. The messy scribbles were difficult to read. The only person who could was long gone. He addressed his diary to this person. On top of the page were the only real legible words. "Today, Roy" He mouthed the words as he wrote. "Riza's my new commanding officer. It figures she'd get your old position. It's not unusual. She did always give me the mission folders to begin with. You can say I have a date with a crazy Preacher's son a week from now. I guess I have to check that out. " He wrote using his left hand.
I finally moved to Jackson when the summer came
I won't have to pay that boy to rake my leaves
I'm probably going on and on
It seems I'm doing more of that these days
"I moved this summer near East City. That's where the entire unit went and I don't have to pay that gardener boy anymore for you. I'm just telling you everything, aren't I? I've been doing that a lot lately. It seems that's all I can do." Edward sighed as he looked at the roof. "All I've been doing is visiting that grave right outside of the city, and writing in this book. There seems to be nothing left for me. I'll write more later. Love, Ed." Edward closed the leather black book and set it next to his nightstand as he stood up.
I probably wouldn't be this way.
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad.
I never pictured every minute without you in it.
Oh. You left so fast.
Sometimes I see you standing there.
Sometimes, it's like I'm losing touch.
Sometimes, I feel that I'm so luck to have had the chance to love this much.
God gave me moment's grace,
Cause if I'd never seen your face.
I probably wouldn't be this way.
Edward felt tears brush passed his cheeks as he looked at Roy's picture. His chest clenched painfully, he hated the pain. He wanted to let go, but letting go isn't easy. He could still hear the gun firing, and Roy's breathless good-bye. He turned to the bedroom door. He smiled sadly as he saw a ghost shadow of Roy turning and leaving. Edward bite down on his bottom lip. He wiped the tears from his eyes.
Mama says that I just shouldn't speak to you.
Susan says that I should just move on.
You oughta see the way these people look at me.
When they see me round here talking to this stone.
Everybody thinks I've lost my mind.
But I just take it day by day.
He walked down stairs, dressed in his normal wear. He flipped down every picture of him and Roy on the way. He didn't care if the glass broke or not, if it did, he'd just fix it later. He put on his red coat and opened the door. Several people looked over to him and frowning, shaking their heads, then walking on to their own destinations.
He walked into the graveyard and stopped at a new polished stone. He kneeled down to it. The area was already grassy for a newly dug grave. He smiled sadly as he spoke once more. "Everyone looks at me differently now." He shook his head. "Al tells me that I shouldn't be here, he calls daily. Winry tells me to move on. Moving on is a lot harder then she thinks. I'm trying to take this easily. Day by day, you know. They all think I've lost my mind...Sometimes, I think so too. I'll be leaving today."
I probably wouldn't be this way.
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad.
I never pictured every minute without you in it.
Oh, you left so fast.
Sometimes, I see you standing there.
Sometimes, I feel an angel's touch.
Sometimes, I feel that I'm so lucky to have had the chance to love this much.
God gave me a moment's grace.
Cause if I'd never seen your face,
I probably wouldn't be this way.
Edward looked at the gray, tormented, and polluted sky as he walked out of the graveyard. He had a small smile on his face. Everything was familiar. He worked with Roy for just a bit over 4-5 years in East City after all. Every breath hurt when he breathed in. He knew he couldn't cry any longer, no mater how he wanted too. He looked over on all the old roads. He could have sworn he saw Roy standing at each of the signposts smiling at him. He could feel Roy watching over him as he entered the train station.
I don't know whether I should hate you or not. But I'm glad I got to love you this much. He thought as he looked at the train. If I never met you; if I never gotten to know you; I wouldn't hurt this badly. I would just be me.
I probably wouldn't be this way.
Edward smiled as he looked out of the train window. Then I wouldn't have been this way. I wouldn't have known all these great people. I wouldn't have learned to love...
Got a date a week from Friday,
With a preacher's son.
Everybody says I'm crazy.
Guess I'll have to see.
A/N: This song is Probably Wouldn't be this Way, by LeAnn Rimes. I do not own this song, nor do I own FMA.
Marie- Hey you did my disclaimer XD. That's okay I'm out of it anyway. REVIEW! Please
Shi- nn; sorry! But I wasn't sure if you'd know who sang the song!