Don't View Me as the World

You're eyes are glassy.

But, I know you're not dead.

You sit there staring at me.

Why won't you talk to me?

Edward couldn't believe what he had heard when he finally made it home to the people that he loved. Major General Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist, War hero... in the asylum. That wasn't a place the man belonged in. If anything, he belonged there, not in the asylum. He took a deep breath as he looked at the building. How long has he been home? Only 3 months... fuck that wasn't an excuse. He loved the man. It was probably his fault that the Major General was in this building in the first place. He entered, and waited until the security finished striping him of any 'sharp' objects. His long hair was put into a braid that reached his lower back; he could feel the braid tickling against the area of his tailbone.

I could scream at you.

Or Throw things at you.

But I know,

The security led him down the long white hallway. He hated these places more then hospitals. All the white made him shiver. It made him stand out with all the black he wore. They stopped in front of a glass door. Inside was the pale man...even paler now then Edward remembered. The blank dark eyes looked up at him. All the beauty that was there just three years ago had disappeared. Ed swallowed hard as he looked at the dark bags that layered under the even darker eyes. The life just seemed to have disappeared. He felt as if his soul was torn in half, he wanted to run in there, take the older man into his arms, and hold him. The other half wanted to go in there and slap him hard and scream at him for turning this way after not even 8-10 years ago the dark haired man saved him from the same fate.

You won't even blink.

The whites of you're eyes,

They're no longer lovely.

They're bloodshot, but not from tears.

The door clicked open and the guards let him in, slamming it shut behind him. He let out a shuddered breath. He didn't even realize he was holding it. The other man just continued to stare at him with blank dead eyes. His hands clenched into fists, then loosened. He wasn't going to hit the man for something he couldn't help. It was all his fault in the first place. He flinched at the eye patch on the left side of the man's face. He didn't even notice that. He reached up and touched it lightly. A very pale and bony hand encircled his wrist. He looked clearly at the man's face. There... there was a spark of something there. "Mustang..." He whispered in a hoarse voice. A tear slid down Roy's right cheek, and Ed reached out and wiped it away. "Don't you dare ignore me. You can ignore everyone else. Please. What ever you do, do not ignore me. Don't view me as the rest of the world."

I know you won't blink,

because I was this way.



He gave a shaky smile to the older man who looked confused, then wrapped his arms around the thin body. He gave a strangled sob and could feel arms wrapping around him. "Ed...wa...rd…" The word came out hard, but it came from the paler man. He looked up and saw more tears coming from the single dark eye. "I'm sorry I left." The eye closed then opened again with life. He watched the older man nod and word out 'I love you, Edward'. Another sob came from the blonde. "I love you too, you idiot. I want you out of here. You don't belong here." The pale man nodded and gave him a sad smile. "I won't leave you ever again if it means you're going to end up like this old man" Then the man smirked.

What broke you?

Was it my disappearance?

You'll answer me

as

you slowly recover.

Cause.

I'm back.

I'm not going to let you,

View me as the rest of the world.

You can ignore them.

But never

Ever

Ignore me.

What can the world say; the best medicine for a man is their lover.

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