6Theres nothing you can say
Nothing you can do
Theres nothing in between
You know the truth
It was over. Finished. Edward knew it as the older man's words fell apon deaf ears.
He could read the eyes.
He knew it as the heavy silence fell apon them. He felt two peircing eyes stare at him, forcing him to stare back with spite. He'd done nothing to deserve this, nothing to deserve to be thrown away like yesterday's news.
Nothing left to face
Theres nothing left to lose
Nothing takes your place
"It's not you, -"
"I know it's not."
The man sighed. "It's just not working Ed. What we have, it's good. But you're so young, too young. It's not enough anymore."
When they say
Youre not that strong
Youre not that weak
Its not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope youre well
Ed glared hatefully, too mad to shout. Perhaps still too surprised as well. "Higher up military men like yourself NEVER have enough. That's why so many people die!"
Theres nothing left to prove
Theres nothing I wont do
Theres nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Regretting ever knowing this man, hating him more with every passing moment... He shouldn't have joined the military.
"Ed..."
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to feel
I am always here
"I hate you." Automail fingers clenched in silent rage. "I hate you, I wish you were gone forever, I hate you, -"
When they say
Youre not that strong
Youre not that weak
Its not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope youre well
He felt two gloved hands pull him forward, felt his golden eyes sting.
What you want
What you lost
What you had
What is gone is over
"I hate you, I wish you were dead, -"
What you got
What you love
What you need
What you have is real
Strong arms wrapped around him and he shuddered. "I WISH I'D NEVER MET YOU!"
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough, Im sorry
A deep voice responded. "It's okay."
When they say
Youre not that strong
Youre not that weak
Its not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope youre well
Hating him with every inch of his soul, Edward clung to the Great Flame Alchemist and cried.
Its not enough
No
Its not enough
Its not enough
AN: Alright, this is my first FMA breakup story, so feedback, both flames and good reviews are totally welcome. I haven't written in awhile and this is sorta inspired by something in the past. I really relate with the Edward in this story.