I was depressed today for absolutely no reason, so I wrote an angsty drabble. Yay for me.
I will update Nail Polish Vengeance soon, I promise.
Roy stared into the flame of the candle he had lit, idly running his hand through the fire, letting heat play over his fingers, his palm.
Ed had come to him, yesterday. He had refused to look Roy in the eye, and stammered out a confession. Roy had turned him down. Ed had looked hurt, like Roy had betrayed him, and ran out of the room.
His thinking distracted him, and he let his hand linger a moment too long in the flame.
"Ow," he said, and snatched his burned finger back.
There was no answer.
"Ow!" he said, louder, almost yelling.
No one came. He was alone.
To keep himself from pain, he only hurt himself more.
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