He wants to kiss him even now.
With rain rivulets running down soaked green lapels and eyes staring him down, cold as bullets. As far as he can be from the warmth of a hearth and an embrace which once made his heart melt, Oswald wants to kiss him.
He knows what he did was selfish. He still cannot bring himself to regret it. Even if it has made Ed look at him like he is a stranger.
Like he is nothing.
"You can't do this."
Mist curls around Oswald's feet. For the briefest moment he dares to wonder if Ed is crying.
"I loved her, Oswald. And you killed her."
The waters embrace him like an old friend. He keeps his eyes open for as long as he can, until there is so much red it obscures everything.
Even in the darkness he still reaches for him.