I originally had a sad ending to this one but I removed it – I like having just the letter there more. I also think this is the most OC I've ever written Ed :P I think I'm getting better at that. I don't know, though.

32. After you leave

Dear Envy (who probably won't even read this because he's a lazy sonuvabitch)

After you leave, my sheets are a mess. It's a fucken nuisance, straightening them all out again…so half the time I don't even bother. And last time, you even managed to tear one of them. I'm too busy being impressed and confused to be pissed off.

After you leave, the room smells of ammonia, mercury and sulphur. It's not a bad smell– it's just your smell, and I guess it's because you're a homunculus. It's hard to explain to Al, but it's better than girly smells like…I dunno. Primroses. Fuck those things.

After you leave, I feel…electric. You've just pushed every nerve I have to its breaking point, over and over again. I'm exhausted, frazzled, but so, so alive. It's such a fucked-up state of mind that all I can do until it subsides is wait for you to come back.

So hurry the fuck up.

-Edward Elric