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‘We been swinging and missing. It ain’t broke yet, but damn it needs fixing.’
Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes had been in a relationship of ups and downs, highs and lows, pain and pleasure. They had been dating for years but Maes had been losing that spark. He just didn’t love Roy romantically anymore and they were beginning to poison each other.
‘Been awhile since your kiss felt like kissing.’
“It’s just different.” Maes had said. Roy pleaded with him. Insisting that it was something he had done to make Maes think this. Roy was desperately trying to do anything to keep Maes with him, even offering him a ring.
‘Something ‘bout a ring makes you think we’re better off with all this.’
Maes refused him. Roy began to break down not wanting to lose him. Maes was all Roy knew and without him; he didn’t know what to do with himself.
‘But we’re caught up between a rock and a hard place, red wine and mistakes.’
‘Tears rolling down your face when I walked out that door.’
Roy fell to his knees watching Maes walk out the door. He felt broken. He couldn’t do anything but grieve.
‘And that’s when I lost it, a midnight in Austin. And damn, I exhausted what the hell’s this all for?’
Maes left Roy’s apartment, he could hear Roy crying and knew this was going to hurt his friend. It did leave him wondering if this was the right choice for both of them or if he was just being selfish.
‘Is this where it mends or it breaks? Between a rock and a hard place. And for the record, shit. Throwing in the towel takes some effort. So I’d rather ride it out for better weather together.’
Roy drank himself into the ground and Maes knew he was doing it. He didn’t know what to do. He had just ripped his best friends heart out.
‘Between a rock and a hard place, red wine and mistakes. Tears rolling down your face when I walked out that door. And that’s when I lost it. Midnight in Austin, and damn I’m exhausted, what the hell’s this all for?’
Maes couldn’t help but ask himself, Is this where it mends or breaks?
‘Between a rock and a hard place.’
Roy drank and thought about all the memories they had made. Going through the stages of grief all on his own.
‘We’ve been talking ‘bout forever since we been together. Something ‘bout a ring makes you think we’re better off with all this. But we’re caught up in between a rock and a hard place, tears rolling down your face.’
Maes couldn’t stop thinking about Roy’s face when he left him on his apartment floor. He hung his head holding it in his hands in his own empty apartment.
‘As I walked out that door, and that’s when I lost it. Midnight in Austin, and damn, I’m exhausted. What the hell’s this all for? Is this where it mend or it breaks?’
Separately, they thought, “How much more of this can we take?”