AN: This is my first FMA story and also my first Slash piece; so please go easy on me…
(Kay Al is dead...why? coz it creates angst and the author needs some kind of plot!)
It wasn't always like this...
I used to be happy, complete, then it changed. Then Al died.
When I think back to the days when we sat beneath the clouds, listening to mom sing to us as we sat beside her. The smell of her flowery perfume...roses she told us. Her favourite.
I cannot smell roses any more.
As I walk through the park I pass a rose bush,
How I long to smell the scent that so reminds me of my mother
However I smell nothing
I cannot even hold the memory of it
If I think about smelling it
I feel ill at the thought of a sickly sweet flower suffocating my senses
I cannot smell roses any more
I would not have walked so airily by the roses if I had known
If I knew that I was being watched I would have gone about my business as normal
But that is the way fate works
And sometimes that is for the better.
And sometimes that is for the worse
I cannot smell roses any more
Everything about him made me feel hate and anger
The sarcastic, sadistic humour
The arrogant smirk
The blackmailing mind
The sheer selfishness of him
I cannot smell roses any more
Had I known he was watching me
I should not have dawdled
However, I stop to question why he was spying on me
And why later he took my hand
And told me not to worry
To tell me that he was here for me
I cannot smell roses any more
How could some just change so quickly?
Had he hidden these feeling until now?
How had his released mine?
A change in heart
Or did we both feel the time is right
Because now I can smell roses again