Blunt

Dolce

What if in this world

Our Doppelganger exists, and their existence

Is fond of our hidden feelings

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The snow is crying hard. Fire, no matter how strong - they can't sweep away the coldness.

There's a man standing in front of the fireplace. His black hair... it seems so familiar.

Why isn't he drinking his coffee? Why isn't he listening to the knocking sound?

Why can't my voice get through this door?

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Colonel Roy Mustang closed his eyes as the warmth of the fire covered his skin. It was storming this hard too, he thought, when he said that.

Hey colonel, I'm going through the portal. I'm sorry for all the stuffs.

Oy, don't you know..

I know, I can't go back here if I go there.

"He knew," Mustang whispered slowly, anger gushing from his voice, "but he still went there..."

The sound of the door being opened surprised him. From the opening door, a man came in. His golden hair, covered with a red hood... Mustang knows, he never forgets them. Even to the smallest smell of his long-burned nape, he never even once forgets.

"Edward..." Mustang can feel his hands trembling from shock. "How did you get back...?"

The boy stops. "Sorry for the sudden intrusion, Colonel." Strange. How did I know his name, even his position?

Mustang sat on the couch, trying to calm his emotion. "How did you get back? Ed, didn't you went to the portal?" His eyes blinked for a few second, before he really believes it's Ed. "Didn't you say you were going to the next parallel world? Didn't you---" his words stopped when Ed threw himself towards him, trying to get a hug. "Colonel, it was cold outside. It was really cold..."

Mustang lets his fingers trace down Ed's back. He got much skinnier.

"Colonel, I'm here, aren't I."

Mustang buried his face to Ed's shoulder. I can smell it. His hair, the same as it used to be - his peppermint like smell never changes...

"Colonel?"

"Ed..." Mustang called out the name of the man on his lap. "Ed... I..." his voice got weaker as each word is spoken, yet the trembling didn't stop.

Ed looks at the colonel as if he understands. "I, too, colonel, have been longing to see you again." He said. "I want to feel you again."

Lies.

Ed stood back, pulling Mustang's hand. "Come on," he said slowly, "it's been too long."

"It's not like you to give up so easily," Mustang whispered while kissing Ed's back.

"Shut up," answer Ed, "guh, not there!"

"Ed, are you really here?"

Edward didn't answer. Mustang stopped kissing. "I'm here, Colonel. I'm right in front of you, aren't I?"

"I don't know," Mustang said honestly. Edward sat back, exhaled much. "What if I'm not here? I wouldn't be here, would I? Don't you want to meet me again? I do."

Lies.

"Colonel, do you think I'm not me?"

"It's not like that," he replied. Mustang, without realizing, had gotten all tangled up by his own thoughts.