Be Happy
    I crawled up behind Edward on the bed, hugging him.

    "I'm sorry," I whispered. I didn't even know what I had done wrong though.

    "Whatever," He mumbled flipping through a book that he wasn't even really reading. He'd been ignoring me for the past couple of days now and I had no clue why.

    "But I am," I claimed. When he didn't respond I continued, "Tell me what's wrong... I love you."

    "I-I-" he stuttered and I stiffened.

    "You do love me... Right?" I asked him quietly. I waited for an answer expecting the worst.

    "I-I don't know anymore." He whispered I recoiled from him shocked. He didn't love me anymore...? Anger pulsed through me as he said it.

    "I-I'm sorry," he whispered but my anger was still grasping at me, along with the pain of rejection that clawed at my heart.

    "What the hell Ed?!" I screamed at him, "Is that why you've been ignoring me?!" I got off the bed storming angrily towards the closet, pulling out an old suitcase, "if you don't love me just say so and I'll go!"

    "Roy, Roy wait." I pivoted on my heels so that I was facing him again

    "No!" He flinched when I shout and a pang of guilt ran through me, it didn't last even a moment before my anger consumed it, my voice was quieter now though, my hirt showing through, "No, I'm not going to sit here and wait for you to sort out your feelings. If you don't love me, just let me go..." I turned back to my bag and zipped it up.

    My side of the room was stark and bare now. It looked lonely. Good.

    He watched he from where He sat on our- no, his bed, as I walked to the door. I was almost there when I heard him shut his book with a slam, and the thump of it dropping to the floor as he sprinted to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, effectively stopping me as I was reaching for the door knob, and buried his face against my back.

    "Don't go," he whispered the desperation is his voice, pissing me off to the point where I just wanted to smack him... I think I almost did. I didn't look at him when I spoke.

    "Why? My voice was cold and angry, "Why should I stay?"

    "Please," He whispered, "help me."

    "Help you? With what? How to not fuck with other people's lives and screw around with their feelings?" I scoffed at my own words, "Sorry, can't help you with that one." He shook his head.

    "No... That's not it..." Now I was kind of curious.

    "Then what?" I asked him, my curiousity leaking into my voice.

    "N-Nothing... Don't worry about it." He told me, that kind of pissed me off, you can't just start to tell someone something then just stop. He just hugged me tighter instead of continuing.

    "Bullshit, just tell me Edward." I demanded my voice was still cold. Good, I couldn't show him how hurt I was.

    "I need- I mean needed you to help me stay alive." I froze at his words and he jumped back as if he'd been burned, "S-sorry," he spoke softly, "You can go."

    When he let me go I spun around and gave him a look of horrified shock.
   
    "What do you mean by 'help you stay alive?" I said, my horror leaking into
My voice. He looked down letting his hair hide his face. He always did that when he cried. Because he hated being seen as weak, even in front of me, and his hair felt like a shelter to him. A shield to hide behind.

    "Nothing," he said, his voice still so quiet, "It doesn't matter," there he goes again. I was about to respond when he fell to the floor, tears streaming in rivers as he begged;

    "Roy please!" He pleaded not caring to hide his tears anymore, "Just help me!" Eventually he quickly tried to wipe them away, trying not to look pathetic in front of me.

    I dropped my luggage and rushed toward him.

    "Dammit Ed," I growl, partially furious that my reaolve had broke, but mostly hiding my worry for him with anger. He looked as if he was waiting for a blow from me and my heart squeezed to see how it was tearing him apart. I fell to my knees in front of him and pushed him down onto the floor kissing him passionately, rekindling the flame of love for him that lived inside of me. I felt tears wet his face again, then pulled up when he pulled away.

    "Please," he begged me, "Don't tease me."

    "Why would I do that?" I asked confused as to why he thought I was teasing him.

    "Because, you want revenge for my rejection. I don't know why I said it, I love you. I know you don't want me anymore. I know it's all my fault so don't feel the need to have to show me what I don't have anymore. I love you. But I know you don't want me... So go be happy with someone else. Whatever makes you happy. You'll never see me again... I promise... Just don't tell me what I don't have anymore. I already know and it hurts enough. he yanked my hands from my grasp and covered his face with them, "Just go be happy," I gently pulled his hands away from his face and kissed both of his cheeks, his forehead then his lips. He sobbed and I pulled back again, how could he not see?

    I cupped his face with my hands gently, giving him a love-filled look, how could he not see that I adored him. He clutched my right hand. I smiled, was it getting through to him? When he couldn't cry anymore, he laid under me quietly, eyes closed, breathing soft. I smiled down gently. I kissed the beautiful creature below me once again and he jerked away. I guessed it wasn't getting through to him... Shit...

"I said you wouldn't see me again, It hurts enough! Why do you have to make it hurt so much more?!" He looked up into my eyes, they were beautiful. His eyes were one of the main things I loved about him. Even when his face was stoic, his eyes told every story about him, all his pain, his happiness, desperation, depression. Things that made me happy to see and things that hurt me to know that he'd gone through, "Does hurting me make you happy?" What?! No! Why couldn't he understand?!

I spoke up trying to get my word in, "Ed-" But only to be interrupted.

"Would it make you happy if I died?" His voice was calm, quiet, as if he were discussing the weather with me. Another round of horrified shock flew through me.

    "No! Dammit Ed! Why are you doing this?! I love you! I don't want you to die. None of that will make me happy." My anger and hurt took control, all these emotions mixed together had me wanting to smack him and kiss him at the same time. I opted for kissing. I pinned him down by his wrists kissed him. Softly this time, "Don't cry anymore," I whispered gently in his ear, "I hate seeing you hurt," he nodded quietly, and I smiled with relief, and picked him up, carrying him back to our room. I laid him carefully onto the bed though I kissed him roughly. I wanted to worship him tonight, show him how much I loved him, give him that ring I've been keeping in my pocket for so long now. He kissed back and I sighed happily.
   
    I stripped him of his clothes, my hands trailing up and down his body as I gave him the affection he deserved, I kissed evey part of him, I wanted him to know I loved him, every single part of him was dear to me and I wanted him to know... I wanted the whole world to know...

    He prepped him quickly and lathered myself with lube. It was amazing. He was amazing. God, I loved him so much... I kissed him and smiled, so happy to have
My Edward back.

    "I love you," I said. It was the most real thing I'd ever meant. I loved this beautiful, amazing, idiotic, bratty blonde kid(don't tell him I said that, he'll yell at me because he's 21 now), and I wanted him to know. The ring, hopefully tomorrow he would know for sure. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him... I hoped he wished to spend his with me as well...

    "I love you too," he whispered back and my facewas split with a smile of joy. I loved him with all my heart. That was how we fell asleep that night. Or... I fell asleep...

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Morning came and I found my bed cold, I assumed Ed was making breakfast but I didn't smell food. I tried the bathroom.

"Ed? Ed, where are you?" I opened the door to the en suite and saw him, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, leaning against the tub, I smiled, amused by his antics, "Ed why didn't yo-" I froze... Wait a minute... Those pills and bottle... Scattered on the tile around him... The half full glass of water on the countertop...

"Ed?" He called quietly, not wanting to believe what I was thinking, I kneeled in front of him. I was shaking as my belief became more and more likely.

I noticed a note and took it from his hand. It was cold... I unfolded it, and read his words.
'I promise that you'd never have to see me again,
Be happy.
I love you,
~Edward

"Dammit! Dammit Edward" He screamed at nothing, "I told you I love you! What else did I have to do to make you believe me?!" He pulled my body into an embrace, stroking my hair gently as he cried, "I... I was going to ask you..." I couldn't bring myself to say it... I slipped the ring out of my pocket and slid it onto his right ring finger. Tears fell from my eyes, I couldn't see, but I didn't care.
I pulled him against me, wishing this was all just some joke of his, and he was going to wake up and say,
"Ha! Gotcha!" But he didn't... he was cold and still, to still to even be sleeping. He had no heartbeat... This was all my fault...
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    News of his suicide spread around Amestris extremely fast. He had been the Hero of the People, many people knew who he was, and many people mourned him.
    Many rumours of why he had committed suicide spread around. : experienced too much trauma, PTSD the likes. While being in the military will do that to you, it wasn't Edward's case. But we and the rest never gave out the true reason, letting everyone think what they wanted to think. His reason was private knowledge to only my team, a selct few outside of the team and myself.

    He was demoted from Major to Sergeant in death. It's rare to see a soldier get demoted unless they're a deserter or somethig... he didn't deserve it... His funeral was a quiet affair and one by one everyone left till I was the only one
standing in front of his grave.
    "Foolish child," I said to the smooth marble. It was something I said whenever he did something stupid.
    "But I'm your stupid child." I looked around, I swear I heard it... His voice, his tone... His everything. I shook my head, smiling, it must've just been my head messing with me. I pulled my hat down low over my face.

    A tear ran down my cheek and I looked up.
    "It's a horrible day for rain," I murmured to myself, my voice detached. I set a bouquet of red roses on top of his grave, he hated roses, but their meaning meant the world. I turned away, not able to bear the sight of his grave anymore and
pulled my hat down even further to hide my tears.

    I didn't have long hair I could use to hide them like Ed did...

    And I walked away.
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5 YEARS LATER
    It took me two yearsto finally start living
again, to get out of my home and not feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest when something reminded me of him. I asked the Riza out, and we dated happily for two years before I proposed. Three months before the wedding we found out she was pregnant and I was overjoyed. We married and little Edward was born six months later. He's just as reckless as the original Edward was, even though he's only three months, almost four months old... Always gettinf into stuff he's not supposed to, and climbing to places that give his mother a near heart attack. I never visited his grave, I needed to move on. He'd always be in my heart though... There would always be a little piece of me loving his, and holding him dear... On the damy son was born I swear he was watching us, I swear I felt a presence that only he could ever create... I dismissed it as a trick of the mind though... It was impossible... I was going to follow his directions....

I was going to be happy...

~Fin~