Literature
Someday- FMA FanFic- Roy angst, OneShot
Typically, the graveyard was deserted at this time of night. It was Roy's favorite time to stop by. They say that graveyards were for the living, for their own piece of mind, but at this time of night, it seemed that the dead were very much present and listening.
At least, some distant, less-cynical corner of Roy's mind liked the think so.
The predominant part couldn't help but see the weeds and the shadows and the bleached tombstones of hundreds of the very dead, ears far too decomposed to listen, and hearts too long stopped to care, and insisted he was wasting his time.
"Hughes," he greeted softly, the cool night breeze tearing the whisper