Post by amouri on Aug 3, 2009 14:53:18 GMT -6
((JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS I HAVEN'T READ THE ENTIRE MANGA SO ANY MISTAKES ABOUT RIZA'S TATTOO IS MERELY BECAUSE I ONLY KNOW THAT IT IS THERE, AND HOW IT LOOKS LIKE. IF THIS STORY ISN'T ENTIRELY FOLLOWING THE ALCHEMICAL GUIDELINES SPECIFIED IN THE MANGA, IT MAY BE AN AU STORY. THAT IS ALL.))
I still remember it vividly.
as though it was only days ago...
Which it actually was, but thats beside the point.
Because even though time hasn't passed, yet, the feelings have already hardened to an ancient state, like that of an old
fairy tale, the happy ending remembered so well it seems to have never ended.
But this story did end.
And all of it wasn't happy.
Especially not the ending.
This is my story.
Our story.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
What went wrong? We were happy...at least for a short span of time.
Even though she didn't admit it, I saw the softness in her eyes whenever she looked at me...I saw the love.
Or...was it merely imagination?
Whatever I did...Whatever I said...
whatever she did or said, I just-I can't grasp it.
It was never meant to be...I knew that from the start.
But I couldn't...resists, I couldn't HELP myself.
HE was finally out of the way.
I was never once sorry that he died.
Should I feel regret now?
Regret that I did what I did and said what I said?
Or should I just...go to heck with it all and be happy with the memories I have left, ignoring the doubt and that awful, nagging guilt?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
I felt right from the beginning that it was hopeless, she was too deep in her sorrow to even sense the world around her.
She even tried to end her life, and I still remember those nerve-racking seconds that I hesitated, that I considered the fact
that she might doing the right thing, that she really didn't have any reason to go on.
But I intervened, I stopped her from performing the so-called sinful deed.
She might have hated me for it...if not she had wallowed so deeply in grief.
She was just as apathetic as before, now with injuries to boot.
She nearly slipped away because of the fever and the infection that had managed to get past the dressings.
And at night...
"No...please...don't go..." He watched her as she twitched in her sleep, mumbling and throwing herself to and fro.
Once again she twisted violently, sobbing heavily as she tried weakly to pull off the bandages on her arms, in the semi-conscious state she was in.
He lurched forward, firmly but gently grasping her elbows, until she no longer struggled.
With a rasping sigh she lay still once more, her breathing becoming even.
He stroked her hair hesitantly, still kneeling on the floor beside her, waiting for the next haunting dream to arouse her from her slumber.
I watched over her, stopped her from tearing herself apart.
But...it was the damage done to her heart that I knew I couldn't fix that bothered me.
The night it changed...the night I stepped over that invisible line...
She was completely oblivious.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
She moaned faintly, instantly causing him to bring his eyes alight with a flash.
He watched her intently, waiting for her to either start writhing or just drift off to sleep again.
She didn't move, but only continued to moan in her sleep.
"Please...I need you...why aren't you listening..."
"Easy, Missy, you're dreaming again..." His voice trailed off sadly as he realized he wasn't going to get an intelligent reaction whilst she was in that state.
She turned over on her side, breathing heavily.
"I need you...come...hold me..."
He watched her in silence, the thoughts in his head whirling out of control...
As she started to stir, clawing at her arms in an attempt to get the protective dressings off, he stood up with one knee resting on the side of the bed and grasped her arms firmly, making sure to not touch the wounded part.
She immediately stopped, a weak smile curving at her lips.
"Yes...please...I need...you."
He hesitated. She's dreaming, its nothing personal, its delusional. Relax. She doesn't even know you're there...
She started to fidget slightly, whimpering and twisting her arms in his grip to grab hold of his wrist.
He looked at her in surprise.
"Please...I love you..." she whispered hoarsely.
It felt like years he just knelt there, teetering between what he knew was right...and the chance he had been hoping for.
He slowly lowered himself, wrapping his arms around her, but as she relaxed in his grip with a sigh, he was hit by a pang of misery at her last word.
"...Roy..."
She recovered slowly, though the physical wounds were by far the quickest in healing.
I...slept if thats what you could call it, with her at night, watching over her, enjoying the small amount of time with her, that I knew wouldn't last.
She still spoke in her sleep, but no longer the frantic begging and calling, my presence calmed her.
She was awake in the day, staring out into space or just lying with closed eyes.
Ignoring everything, ignoring me.
She only ate when I was out of the room, she was so consumed with grief...I was scared that even though her cuts hadn't finished her off, that she would simply die out of misery.
It was always a possibility.
And she only spoke at night...
The day she snapped back at me, the day she grumpily told me to go out of the room so she could eat in peace, I was happy beyond reason.
She was healing.
Her fever cleared up, and with that, the heavy sleeps.
She could no longer be fooled.
"WHAT THE-"
He gasped in surprise as the blow hit him, he was pushed off the bed and fell to the floor with a crash.
He weakly pushed himself up on one elbow.
"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled angrily, watching her bristle with indignation and anger as she pulled the covers protectively around her.
"YOU-WHY YOU-WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!" She screamed, swaying slightly and glaring at him through puffy eyes.
He hesitated.
"Er...what was I doing?"
"What were you doing IN THE BED?"
"Oh...nothing." He said quickly, though shying away slightly as she spat at him angrily.
"Don't you DARE try and sleep with me again."
she sighed heavily, and flopped back onto the sheets, turning her back on him.
I was stubborn though, every single time she kicked me out, I obediently waited until she slept before crawling back into bed again.
It wasn't like I was assaulting her...I was just...holding her, thats all.
It became a routine, as she slowly recovered, getting stronger and stronger with every day.
She would wake up in the morning, smile at me with all the happiness and joy in the world, then realize it was me and push me out of the bed before demanding breakfast.
She eventually stopped pushing me out at night, mainly because it was too exhausting for her to do, and I can be one heavy chunk of metal when I want to.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
It finished too soon...the days I spent with her.
I don't hate her for leaving me, I don't hate her for hating me.
Because she DID love me. I know she did.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
She had always been everything I could ever dream of...Strong, attractive, loyal..well, not to me anyway, but you get the point.
I filled in for her at work when she became strong enough to walk around in the house, even though she insisted on doing it herself.
Archer, Mustang's successor, let me do her duties, often asked how she was at home, even though he didn't care,
I stopped getting funny looks in the hall, I was just the eccentric armour guy who did the paperwork and most of the cleaning.
When I came home she always demanded a full report, clearly irritable that she couldn't have been there herself.
But her attitude changed...slowly.
She was still hostile, but she just sighed in exasperation whenever I touched her at night.
She didn't stop me.
Although there was once when I was actually afraid of her, she surprised me and removed my plate, and I didn't fight back in the fear that I would hurt her.
she could have killed me then...but she didn't.
My bloodseal was touched though, and I was paralyzed in pain.
But I still didn't hate her.
Because I knew she would have killed me if she wanted to.
I had...changed. I no longer demanded the need of watching the blood of my victims seep through the folds of my hands, I no longer needed to kill.
All I needed was her.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
It smoothed out, it went well.
She no longer looked at me irritably, but just slightly exasperated, with a fondness I'd never seen in her before.
She loved me...I knew that then.
She no longer slept stiffly, subconsciously waiting for the cautious midnight embraces, in fact, she was more caressing than I was for some time.
Even though I had no physical body to satisfy her needs...she freely offered hers for mine.
I must never have felt more happy.
It was tough for her of course, but I was never directly disrespectful.
Whenever she asked me to stop what I was doing, I would do so.
I never forced anything on her.
It was slightly...difficult to make it work at times.
when one is a stiff-jointed heavy lump of iron, leather and bone, physical acts could become...painful to say it frankly.
But she didn't mind.
"When its love, if it ain't rough it isn't fun."
She would coyly remark.
God did I love her for those words.
But...nothing lasts forever.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
It stopped.
The sand slid out of the ticking hour-glass.
I still can't remember when it went wrong...Probably when she remembered how long it had been since the Colonel had died.
She went ill again, and refused my help or support, she tackled herself through it, and started pushing me out of the bed again.
The pieces I had so carefully picked up and put together were slipping between my fingers, disappearing.
Like her.
I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
The hopes of it lasting forever...how very wrong I was.
I remember when you ordered me out of the house, said You never wanted to see me again.
Because...something had happened.
Something that scared you beyond belief, you were terrified.
You blamed it on me, probably for good reason.
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
The memory of it is...faded.
Like a dream.
Maybe it was nothing but just that?
I don't know.
SOMETHING happened, it was when you still had it in you, we were still going strong.
Come to think of it, it was probably after that, that it started going downhill for the two of us.
He slid his hand slowly down the tattoo on her back, caressing her softly.
She snuggled up against him, sighing happily in content.
As they lay there together, a sudden sensation took over him, a deep, primal instinct which made him shiver involuntarily.
He loved her so much, he would give his life for her, give everything he had if he could.
But what had he to offer her?
He would give her all the riches in the world if he could, he would shower her with love, he would kiss her if he had been able to.
He wanted to give, just give something in return to what she had given to him, he wanted to give her a husband, a family, a child...
He tightened his grip around her softly, as he stopped stroking her back, instead letting it rest directly in the middle of the detailed array on her back.
He wanted to give her his soul...
A low humming went through his armour, and she looked up in surprise as a faint red light issued from the cracks of his metal suit, and to his uttermost surprise the light slowly began issuing from the array on her back.
She twisted in shock, trying to break his grip as the light got stronger, glowing from his empty eye-sockets and his gaping jaws.
But he held on.
It felt...like the right thing to do.
She stared at him in fear.
"What-what are you doing?!" She yelled, once more trying to break free.
He didn't answer, and the panic in her eyes increased, she forced herself towards him, still held down by his grip, but she managed to get an arm down his throat, scratching her shoulder on his fangs in the progress.
"Let me go!" She whispered, the light still issuing from her back as the hum continued.
"Please. Or I'll kill you." It wasn't a threat. She looked at him pleadingly.
Slowly, he shook his head.
With a pained expression of grief, she fumbled for his seal, and placed her palm flat on it.
He writhed in pain, as the anchoring point of his only human part that remained was disturbed, but he still stubbornly clung on.
He looked at her pleadingly, willing her to understand what even he didn't.
She gazed at him, as the light grew even stronger, and he saw realization dawn upon her.
With a crackle of alchemical light, thin tendrils of red energy wove around the, binding them together and tearing them from one another at the same time.
He yelled in pain as a strange ripping, tearing feeling came suddenly, deep in his soul.
He had felt it before.
As a part of his soul was ripped from him, she clutched her stomach in agony, doubling over with pain.
The tendrils of energy retracted, and then all coiled around the same point of her abdomen, disappearing with a crackle as her belly absorbed them.
The light faded slowly, before it disappeared altogether.
She sent me out again that night, refusing to have any physical contact whatsoever with me, and I respected that.
Actually, I was even relieved.
I had my own recovering to do from the mysterious event.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
THAT of course might've been what made her leave.
we had...somehow created an alchemical reaction, though how, and for what reason, I don't know.
But I still have my suspicions.
She's gone now...And I don't think she'll ever come back.
I might've helped her through that difficult time, she might only have loved me for that reason, because she wanted to give
me something in return.
She just never realized that it was I who needed to give, not her.
I still work with the military...my slate's clean now, no unnecessary killing or murdering going on much.
She changed that.
I moved out of her house when she left, I hid the key under the mat, moved in with ol' Tough Meat again.
He seemed surprised to see me, but not shocked.
He had heard of the events.
She took up work again, in a different sector than me.
I haven't seen her for days.
Its killing me.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I heard recently that she's doing well, she left her past behind and moved forward.
I'm glad to hear that, though I wonder if she still remembers us...or if she just blotted it out completely.
I remember.
And I cherish those memories I have.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
I...dream about her.
Like I used to before his death.
The only difference is that now I don't innocently hope she'll give in to my approaches.
Because she did. And now its over and done with.
I wish we had taken it longer though...I still wish I could have given her the amount of love an affection, as the husband she deserves.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
but I know...that that isn't what's going to happen.
She isn't coming back.
She's strong, she's brave, she pulled away from me and did what she thought was best for both of us.
And I'm proud of that.
Even though it tortures me to realize...That I'll never feel her touch.
Because you see, I never did.
All the time I was with her, I was numb, like the hollow shell of scrap that I am.
I couldn't feel her caressing, couldn't feel her hand in mine, couldn't feel her warmth or smell her skin, I couldn't feel her lips...
Once again, the mistake I made way back then in my butcher days comes back to punish me, to make sure I'll never amount to
anything.
And she's gone now.
Gone.
That was my story.
Our story.
This ending...is split different ways.
I hope her ending was happy.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I heard a rumor recently...that she seems to have been blessed in some way or other.
She's doing well, they say.
Become bigger.
And...I can't help...but wonder...
I still remember it vividly.
as though it was only days ago...
Which it actually was, but thats beside the point.
Because even though time hasn't passed, yet, the feelings have already hardened to an ancient state, like that of an old
fairy tale, the happy ending remembered so well it seems to have never ended.
But this story did end.
And all of it wasn't happy.
Especially not the ending.
This is my story.
Our story.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
What went wrong? We were happy...at least for a short span of time.
Even though she didn't admit it, I saw the softness in her eyes whenever she looked at me...I saw the love.
Or...was it merely imagination?
Whatever I did...Whatever I said...
whatever she did or said, I just-I can't grasp it.
It was never meant to be...I knew that from the start.
But I couldn't...resists, I couldn't HELP myself.
HE was finally out of the way.
I was never once sorry that he died.
Should I feel regret now?
Regret that I did what I did and said what I said?
Or should I just...go to heck with it all and be happy with the memories I have left, ignoring the doubt and that awful, nagging guilt?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
I felt right from the beginning that it was hopeless, she was too deep in her sorrow to even sense the world around her.
She even tried to end her life, and I still remember those nerve-racking seconds that I hesitated, that I considered the fact
that she might doing the right thing, that she really didn't have any reason to go on.
But I intervened, I stopped her from performing the so-called sinful deed.
She might have hated me for it...if not she had wallowed so deeply in grief.
She was just as apathetic as before, now with injuries to boot.
She nearly slipped away because of the fever and the infection that had managed to get past the dressings.
And at night...
"No...please...don't go..." He watched her as she twitched in her sleep, mumbling and throwing herself to and fro.
Once again she twisted violently, sobbing heavily as she tried weakly to pull off the bandages on her arms, in the semi-conscious state she was in.
He lurched forward, firmly but gently grasping her elbows, until she no longer struggled.
With a rasping sigh she lay still once more, her breathing becoming even.
He stroked her hair hesitantly, still kneeling on the floor beside her, waiting for the next haunting dream to arouse her from her slumber.
I watched over her, stopped her from tearing herself apart.
But...it was the damage done to her heart that I knew I couldn't fix that bothered me.
The night it changed...the night I stepped over that invisible line...
She was completely oblivious.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
She moaned faintly, instantly causing him to bring his eyes alight with a flash.
He watched her intently, waiting for her to either start writhing or just drift off to sleep again.
She didn't move, but only continued to moan in her sleep.
"Please...I need you...why aren't you listening..."
"Easy, Missy, you're dreaming again..." His voice trailed off sadly as he realized he wasn't going to get an intelligent reaction whilst she was in that state.
She turned over on her side, breathing heavily.
"I need you...come...hold me..."
He watched her in silence, the thoughts in his head whirling out of control...
As she started to stir, clawing at her arms in an attempt to get the protective dressings off, he stood up with one knee resting on the side of the bed and grasped her arms firmly, making sure to not touch the wounded part.
She immediately stopped, a weak smile curving at her lips.
"Yes...please...I need...you."
He hesitated. She's dreaming, its nothing personal, its delusional. Relax. She doesn't even know you're there...
She started to fidget slightly, whimpering and twisting her arms in his grip to grab hold of his wrist.
He looked at her in surprise.
"Please...I love you..." she whispered hoarsely.
It felt like years he just knelt there, teetering between what he knew was right...and the chance he had been hoping for.
He slowly lowered himself, wrapping his arms around her, but as she relaxed in his grip with a sigh, he was hit by a pang of misery at her last word.
"...Roy..."
She recovered slowly, though the physical wounds were by far the quickest in healing.
I...slept if thats what you could call it, with her at night, watching over her, enjoying the small amount of time with her, that I knew wouldn't last.
She still spoke in her sleep, but no longer the frantic begging and calling, my presence calmed her.
She was awake in the day, staring out into space or just lying with closed eyes.
Ignoring everything, ignoring me.
She only ate when I was out of the room, she was so consumed with grief...I was scared that even though her cuts hadn't finished her off, that she would simply die out of misery.
It was always a possibility.
And she only spoke at night...
The day she snapped back at me, the day she grumpily told me to go out of the room so she could eat in peace, I was happy beyond reason.
She was healing.
Her fever cleared up, and with that, the heavy sleeps.
She could no longer be fooled.
"WHAT THE-"
He gasped in surprise as the blow hit him, he was pushed off the bed and fell to the floor with a crash.
He weakly pushed himself up on one elbow.
"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled angrily, watching her bristle with indignation and anger as she pulled the covers protectively around her.
"YOU-WHY YOU-WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!" She screamed, swaying slightly and glaring at him through puffy eyes.
He hesitated.
"Er...what was I doing?"
"What were you doing IN THE BED?"
"Oh...nothing." He said quickly, though shying away slightly as she spat at him angrily.
"Don't you DARE try and sleep with me again."
she sighed heavily, and flopped back onto the sheets, turning her back on him.
I was stubborn though, every single time she kicked me out, I obediently waited until she slept before crawling back into bed again.
It wasn't like I was assaulting her...I was just...holding her, thats all.
It became a routine, as she slowly recovered, getting stronger and stronger with every day.
She would wake up in the morning, smile at me with all the happiness and joy in the world, then realize it was me and push me out of the bed before demanding breakfast.
She eventually stopped pushing me out at night, mainly because it was too exhausting for her to do, and I can be one heavy chunk of metal when I want to.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
It finished too soon...the days I spent with her.
I don't hate her for leaving me, I don't hate her for hating me.
Because she DID love me. I know she did.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
She had always been everything I could ever dream of...Strong, attractive, loyal..well, not to me anyway, but you get the point.
I filled in for her at work when she became strong enough to walk around in the house, even though she insisted on doing it herself.
Archer, Mustang's successor, let me do her duties, often asked how she was at home, even though he didn't care,
I stopped getting funny looks in the hall, I was just the eccentric armour guy who did the paperwork and most of the cleaning.
When I came home she always demanded a full report, clearly irritable that she couldn't have been there herself.
But her attitude changed...slowly.
She was still hostile, but she just sighed in exasperation whenever I touched her at night.
She didn't stop me.
Although there was once when I was actually afraid of her, she surprised me and removed my plate, and I didn't fight back in the fear that I would hurt her.
she could have killed me then...but she didn't.
My bloodseal was touched though, and I was paralyzed in pain.
But I still didn't hate her.
Because I knew she would have killed me if she wanted to.
I had...changed. I no longer demanded the need of watching the blood of my victims seep through the folds of my hands, I no longer needed to kill.
All I needed was her.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
It smoothed out, it went well.
She no longer looked at me irritably, but just slightly exasperated, with a fondness I'd never seen in her before.
She loved me...I knew that then.
She no longer slept stiffly, subconsciously waiting for the cautious midnight embraces, in fact, she was more caressing than I was for some time.
Even though I had no physical body to satisfy her needs...she freely offered hers for mine.
I must never have felt more happy.
It was tough for her of course, but I was never directly disrespectful.
Whenever she asked me to stop what I was doing, I would do so.
I never forced anything on her.
It was slightly...difficult to make it work at times.
when one is a stiff-jointed heavy lump of iron, leather and bone, physical acts could become...painful to say it frankly.
But she didn't mind.
"When its love, if it ain't rough it isn't fun."
She would coyly remark.
God did I love her for those words.
But...nothing lasts forever.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
It stopped.
The sand slid out of the ticking hour-glass.
I still can't remember when it went wrong...Probably when she remembered how long it had been since the Colonel had died.
She went ill again, and refused my help or support, she tackled herself through it, and started pushing me out of the bed again.
The pieces I had so carefully picked up and put together were slipping between my fingers, disappearing.
Like her.
I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
The hopes of it lasting forever...how very wrong I was.
I remember when you ordered me out of the house, said You never wanted to see me again.
Because...something had happened.
Something that scared you beyond belief, you were terrified.
You blamed it on me, probably for good reason.
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
The memory of it is...faded.
Like a dream.
Maybe it was nothing but just that?
I don't know.
SOMETHING happened, it was when you still had it in you, we were still going strong.
Come to think of it, it was probably after that, that it started going downhill for the two of us.
He slid his hand slowly down the tattoo on her back, caressing her softly.
She snuggled up against him, sighing happily in content.
As they lay there together, a sudden sensation took over him, a deep, primal instinct which made him shiver involuntarily.
He loved her so much, he would give his life for her, give everything he had if he could.
But what had he to offer her?
He would give her all the riches in the world if he could, he would shower her with love, he would kiss her if he had been able to.
He wanted to give, just give something in return to what she had given to him, he wanted to give her a husband, a family, a child...
He tightened his grip around her softly, as he stopped stroking her back, instead letting it rest directly in the middle of the detailed array on her back.
He wanted to give her his soul...
A low humming went through his armour, and she looked up in surprise as a faint red light issued from the cracks of his metal suit, and to his uttermost surprise the light slowly began issuing from the array on her back.
She twisted in shock, trying to break his grip as the light got stronger, glowing from his empty eye-sockets and his gaping jaws.
But he held on.
It felt...like the right thing to do.
She stared at him in fear.
"What-what are you doing?!" She yelled, once more trying to break free.
He didn't answer, and the panic in her eyes increased, she forced herself towards him, still held down by his grip, but she managed to get an arm down his throat, scratching her shoulder on his fangs in the progress.
"Let me go!" She whispered, the light still issuing from her back as the hum continued.
"Please. Or I'll kill you." It wasn't a threat. She looked at him pleadingly.
Slowly, he shook his head.
With a pained expression of grief, she fumbled for his seal, and placed her palm flat on it.
He writhed in pain, as the anchoring point of his only human part that remained was disturbed, but he still stubbornly clung on.
He looked at her pleadingly, willing her to understand what even he didn't.
She gazed at him, as the light grew even stronger, and he saw realization dawn upon her.
With a crackle of alchemical light, thin tendrils of red energy wove around the, binding them together and tearing them from one another at the same time.
He yelled in pain as a strange ripping, tearing feeling came suddenly, deep in his soul.
He had felt it before.
As a part of his soul was ripped from him, she clutched her stomach in agony, doubling over with pain.
The tendrils of energy retracted, and then all coiled around the same point of her abdomen, disappearing with a crackle as her belly absorbed them.
The light faded slowly, before it disappeared altogether.
She sent me out again that night, refusing to have any physical contact whatsoever with me, and I respected that.
Actually, I was even relieved.
I had my own recovering to do from the mysterious event.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
THAT of course might've been what made her leave.
we had...somehow created an alchemical reaction, though how, and for what reason, I don't know.
But I still have my suspicions.
She's gone now...And I don't think she'll ever come back.
I might've helped her through that difficult time, she might only have loved me for that reason, because she wanted to give
me something in return.
She just never realized that it was I who needed to give, not her.
I still work with the military...my slate's clean now, no unnecessary killing or murdering going on much.
She changed that.
I moved out of her house when she left, I hid the key under the mat, moved in with ol' Tough Meat again.
He seemed surprised to see me, but not shocked.
He had heard of the events.
She took up work again, in a different sector than me.
I haven't seen her for days.
Its killing me.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I heard recently that she's doing well, she left her past behind and moved forward.
I'm glad to hear that, though I wonder if she still remembers us...or if she just blotted it out completely.
I remember.
And I cherish those memories I have.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
I...dream about her.
Like I used to before his death.
The only difference is that now I don't innocently hope she'll give in to my approaches.
Because she did. And now its over and done with.
I wish we had taken it longer though...I still wish I could have given her the amount of love an affection, as the husband she deserves.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
but I know...that that isn't what's going to happen.
She isn't coming back.
She's strong, she's brave, she pulled away from me and did what she thought was best for both of us.
And I'm proud of that.
Even though it tortures me to realize...That I'll never feel her touch.
Because you see, I never did.
All the time I was with her, I was numb, like the hollow shell of scrap that I am.
I couldn't feel her caressing, couldn't feel her hand in mine, couldn't feel her warmth or smell her skin, I couldn't feel her lips...
Once again, the mistake I made way back then in my butcher days comes back to punish me, to make sure I'll never amount to
anything.
And she's gone now.
Gone.
That was my story.
Our story.
This ending...is split different ways.
I hope her ending was happy.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
I heard a rumor recently...that she seems to have been blessed in some way or other.
She's doing well, they say.
Become bigger.
And...I can't help...but wonder...
