Sunday, February 8, 2009

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Okay, no cheating. At first this fic was just the first part. I wrote by hand and decided to leave it there. It was a sad moment, and passing it to the computer, I realized I needed to continue a little longer. I did and so is structured in two parts. Now ... As I am not sure of the second, then left to choose. Read one or read both. Everyone will see.


Apart ... Roy / Maes. Rating is not high. Possible OoC. Sad, very sad. Spoilers of chapter 25 of the anime.

Maes puts his arm around her shoulder. Roy allowed the luxury of looking up to heaven. Click. The photograph does notsp;

misses calls after hours to talk nonsense, meaningless things for the world except for two of them. For days without sleep, itchy beard who is coming and his eyes sting by the lack of sleep.

When he gets home is lost so you do not know how to find. Dinner means something cold tasteless and dropped onto the bed, dressed in any way, as misplaced clothes like him.

six days ago have been buried Maes and his memory continues to haunt.fogging the glass is yours. Her eyes devoid of expression and an indifferent expression on his face.

In the office, everybody gives you good morning but try not to bother him more. You will be the morning looking out the window, isolated in his world. When everyone goes to lunch, he rose from his chair and empty drawers in a paper bag. The picture is the last thing down on her. Then it is to expect to spend the hours to get out.

At home, the content is spread over the coverlet of his bed. Three photographs, one of them framed, a small & ntilde; a book, an envelope spotted something, several open letters, one to open, the pen given to him by his last birthday Maes, military insignia and a pair of dirty glass.

Nobody asked when he leaned over Ely took them off. Nobody asked when the pocketed. No one asked anything for days afterwards.

pass a hand through his hair and see the objects on the cover. A shiver runs through her back. Is all that's left of Maes, everything

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