A/N: I wrote chapter 18 then this.
017. Scars
He felt so many emotions at this very exact moment. They were overwhelming and he couldn't exactly tell which exact on he was feeling. He hated himself for letting this happen, of course. Anger always overtook him. She was just letting this happen. She wasn't protesting him at all, when he felt that she should be. There were other emotions behind all that anger. Guilt, being one he could never excape, came through and he felt that he shouldn't be doing this with her. For when it would be all over he would feel like he had destoryed her somehow.
He stopped unbuttoning her shirt and she looked up at him, his hands on her shoulders. No, he told himself, not with her, for it would just feel wrong. She began to look hurt and he wondered if this really was the better way. Oh God, how he just wanted to leave her, right there, alone and wondering. He felt though, the dying need to stay, for he left her alone too many times. It has scarred her far too much.
"What wrong? If you're worried you'll mix up my name with another woman's then-" He laughed at that, for he had done it before. He doubted he could ever mix her name with someone else's; her's was in another category intirely.
"No, it's not that," He frowned then told her that she shouldn't plan on staying the night, although he knew he would make her stay anyways. She wanted to ask him why, but she was sure of the reason. It was the scars the bared that made this hard for him. For each scar was a memory of their mistakes. The scars on his left side, where she failed to protect him from Lust and then there was her back. It haunted Roy like some sickening reminder that he had hurt along with her one father. He vowed on the day he saw the tattoo that he would never hurt her, and yet he did.
He apologized to her, saying it over and over again. She told him that they would have to face their mistakes anyway, either now or in the end. He smiled at her. She didn't smile back though, along he somehow knew that she was trying to hold it back. She put on her coat, ready to head home, but he told her that he wanted her to stay, just for the night.
A/N: fail.