Title:Contemplation
Paring: Slight Roy/Ed
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, and never will.
AN: I hope you enjoy this. It just came to me while listening to Explosions in the Sky.
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I cannot remember a time when he looked his age. He was always more grown-up than the others. The only person he has left is his little brother, who is just a soul in a metal body. Just seeing him sitting there against the wall outside of my office, with a pair of headphones on, looking like his real age. I can see that his past is not hovering over him for once. I am glad the others cannot see him like this. If the others saw him, I do not know what they would make of him. Even when we are together he never looks like this. His past is always there. When I make love to him, he is always in secure about his automail. It brings back the memories that made him who he is today. I love every part of him, but I cannot tell for sure if he loves every part of me. I have a past just as bad as or worse than his. I doubt he realizes that I am watching him. Sitting there with his knees bent, black boots scuffed up. Even his hair is in the same old braid, but hanging over his left shoulder, occasionally moving as he sways to the music. The red of his jacket pops against the bland white of my office wall. As I stand here longer and longer watching him, I wonder if I will ever see this side of me. A peaceful look on his face like any eighteen year old would. I debate whether or not to disturb him. When I think I have made the decision to leave him alone, he looks up and gives me the most brilliant smile. I stand there as if I am a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He moves his headphones to his neck while standing up. "Roy...," he says walking towards me. As he gets closer, I contemplate what he will do. In the end he kisses me out of my paralyses. Afterwards he steps back and says," I love you". In effect leaving me speechless and motionless once again. I thinks that why I love him because he does things that make time stop.