A/N: Eep...is it really Thursday? You'll have to bear with me the next couple of weeks if I'm weird and erratic; I'm leaving for college in about a week, and I am officially a basket-case. Total wreck. Yeah. But, to make up for it, I bring you Russell angst. Cause almost nobody writes Russell pairings, which is terribly sad, cause he's so sweet! I work him into things as often as I can, which isn't very often, but I try. I'm going to make him Ed's roommate in my collegefic. However, here he is just poor unrequited Russell in Central.
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, they wouldn't have had to pretend that Russell's letter to Ed after the Red Water fiasco didn't contain blatant propositions.
Confession
The worst moment of Russell Tringham's life, he almost told Edward he loved him. He had been in Central for a year doing research, spending his days watching Ed obsessively and his nights pacing his room, rehearsing declarations of love he knew he'd never say. That day, he walked up to Ed's table at lunch and cleared his throat to get the boy's attention, hoping to make his speech before his courage failed him again.
Before Ed noticed him, though, Russell saw him look at Colonel Mustang, and his expression was painfully familiar. He walked away, without saying a word.
A/N: Reviews help keep me from turning into a stressed-out pile of goo.