A/N: I do not own any of the songs used in this story, nor do I own the characters of FMA. This story is set during the series, please read and enjoy. I plan on this being a very nice story in the long run :).

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Ch 1: Thanks for the memories

"One night and one more time… Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great" -Fall out boy

Edward bolted out of the room as fast as he could, pushing a very upset Roy out of the way in the process. Faintly he heard the Colonel shout something that sounded like "Ed stop Please!" but he couldn't care less. He didn't even stop to gently open the front door, he just kicked it open and stumbled out into the rain. He would've kept running if a large stone slab didn't appear in front of him, blocking his exit from the Mustang residence. It was raining hard outside, the thick drops quickly coating the teen's trademark red jacket and soaking him to the core. Ed was glad it was raining… it hid his tears.

He could feel Roy come up behind him, after nearly 2 years he could feel when his boyfriend….. correction EX-boyfriend… was coming. Roy lifted his hand to put it on Ed's shoulder, but before he could touch the blonde he heard the angry whisper.

"Don't you fucking touch me Roy". Ed didn't even turn around when he heard Roy's hand drop back to its place at his side.

"Edward… Please… let me explain…" Roy was desperate… he hadn't meant for Ed to find out like this… It had all happened so fast... But Ed didn't give him the time to explain.

"Goodbye Roy. I will see you at HQ tomorrow. " Ed was cold as he spoke, and with a clap of his hands he re-transmuted the wall back into a sidewalk and walked away from Roy, from the only man he had ever loved.

Roy collapsed to the ground, covering his face with his hands, his blue military trousers quickly getting soaked by the rain on the ground. Without a shirt on he could feel the rain running down his back. He knew he should go back inside… but he didn't care. It hurt too much to see his dear Edward walking away from him like that. He could hear Riza come up behind him, and he felt her gently cover him with his uniform jacket.

"Roy… we need to go back inside before you catch a cold" the blonde sharp shooter said. Mustang glanced up into her eyes, the tears still pouring from his own. If Hawkeye was hurt that he was crying over Ed she didn't show it. Roy nodded slowly, took Hawkeye's hand, and let her lead him back into his house.

*break*

Edward had never run so far in his life. Once he was out of sight of the Mustang residence he had just started running. He didn't care where he went or who he had to push out of his way, hell half of the time he couldn't see either because of the torrential rain or because of his own tears. He ran until he couldn't feel his flesh leg anymore, the pain finally making him stop in front of a sleazy motel. He couldn't tell what hurt more, his body from running so far, or his heart from what he had seen. Calming his breathing, and attempting to look as normal as one could when they had been crying until they had no more tears left to cry, Ed slowly pushed open the door to the motel.

The inside was nothing impressive, a few wood benches, a small bar, and an old fat man standing behind the desk. Ed took small strides up to the desk, head down.

"I need one room for the night please" He stated weakly, not caring if the man had trouble hearing him or not.

The man either didn't notice or didn't care about how ragged the young alchemist looked, and for that Ed was thankful. He didn't even ask a single question, just grunted and led the blonde to a small room in the back. As the man left he asked Ed how he was going to pay.

The blonde's only reply was to flash his state watch and slam the door in the shocked man's face.

As soon as the door was shut, Ed collapsed onto the bed and started to cry, reliving the last few hours in his head.

It had started as a normal day, he had woken up next to his dear Roy, who had once again been staring at him while he slept. Roy have him a small kiss on the cheek and said "Good morning Beautiful". An hour or so later, Ed (after a nice round in the shower with Roy) was heading out to central library to do some more research on the stone. Noticing the coming storm he had told Roy to stay at home and that he would be back in a few hours.

Ed snorted at the memory "What a great fucking idea that was" he whispered to himself, rolling onto his side, letting himself get lost in thought once more.

Ed was on his way back to Mustang's when he noticed that Riza's car was parked across the street. He thought it a little odd that she didn't park directly in front of the house, but thought nothing more of it. It had just started to drizzle as Ed pushed open the door to Roy's house, finding the entrance way empty, as well as the living room. Odd, but not out of the usual, as he knew that Roy often worked from his study, and if Riza was here it was obviously worked related.

Sprinting up the steps that lead to the study two at a time, Ed stopped at the door when he heard a grunting sound from the other end. He knew that both Riza and Roy were experienced fighters so if they were grunting it had to be something serious…

Oh if he had only known then what he knew now…

Without a second thought Ed bashed open the study door… and immediately felt his heart fall out of his chest. There was HIS beloved Roy Mustang…. naked… and there was Riza…. Naked….. and moaning with a look on her face that told Ed everything he needed to know…

Ed felt the tears start to fall anew as the memory of catching his beloved Roy fucking Riza in his study…. "I had just cleaned that table earlier this week too" a sad smile and a heartless chuckle came to his lips as the thought crossed his mind. Edward sighed. Dwelling on the memory would do nothing more than hurt him.

Ed sat up slowly, rubbing the tears from his face, and decided that he needed a drink… or twenty. The blonde quickly looked at himself in the mirror, fixed his hair (even if his life was shit, Ed would NOT let his appearance follow suit), and strode out the door, determined to drink himself to death.