October the Third
It was October. The third of October, to be exact. It was raining, exactly as Edward Elric wanted it. Fine weather would have been a joke to him, and Edward wasn't really in the mood to appreciate humour- ironic or otherwise- at the moment.
"Come back in, brother," Alphonse had said, about an hour ago. "It looks like rain."
Edward hadn't bothered. He'd just continued sitting out on the roof of the building, watching as the skies opened and rained down onto him. He would have to clean his automail thoroughly later to prevent rusting, but he found he could hardly care less now.
"I heard you burnt your house down on this day, ochibi."
He didn't want to reply, didn't want to think about it, just wanted to turn his face up to the heavens and let the rain wash his sins away.
"Get over it. It's been what, three, four years?"
His jaw clenched, but still he said nothing, didn't face the Homunculus who sat beside him and made pointless comments.
"So you made a mistake, big deal. Or, wait, no, I think I get it. You just want to feel sorry for yourself, don't you? Sit out here, angst around, get sympathy. You don't deserve it anyway. You're the golden boy remember?"
His fingers curled slowly into fists at his sides, and his eyes blinked open, glaring at the mass of dark clouds above, ignoring the sting of the water droplets that cascaded down mercilessly onto him. Envy was coming dangerously close to the line Edward had drawn since that morning.
"Just deal already, runt-"
With a half-choked sob, Edward swung a fist into Envy's face, lowering his eyes so the Homunculus wouldn't see the haunted look in his eyes, wouldn't be able to mock him for being weak.
Envy caught his hand.
"You're not the only one with a mistake."
His mind ran through all his memories in a lightning line, then returned to more recent ones, of late nights on the roof of the dormitories where he sat with Envy, sometimes even sleeping there, quite safe in the company of the Sin, and then he collapsed, almost toppling Envy over, sobbing into the wet clingy fabric the Homunculus called his clothing.
Envy wasn't blind enough to miss the tears that were starting to mingle with the rain.