09.10.1968
Edward Elric was not one for tears. Not after he had mourned the death of his friends and family, grieved the loss of his arm and leg, and considered even for a moment that he had lost his brother. Very few things came close to having the same effect after he'd lived through the deconstruction of his country and everyone he knew. It was hard to recall pain so explicitly in the manner he had done so before when he wasn't constantly threatened with death or the loss of people he knew.
But there was something about standing in front of this grave that brought tears to his eyes every time. Something about how the stone tablet fit right in between the two familiar trees that drove an ache to his chest, he held the flowers he had close to his chest.
"This is them Al."
The younger of the two took a step forward, slowly, Al kneeled to brush his fingers along the engraving. There was no other words shared between the two, there was nothing else that needed to be shared.
Al was quiet throughout the exchange, watching his brother place the vibrant red flowers in front of the stone, as he wiped the tears that had begun to grow at the tips of his eyes. He was not used to seeing his older brother cry, he always appeared so strong, no matter the adversary. With the stories Edward had told him, he could see the impact you'd had on him.
What do you think about having a sister Al?
But even through the stories of pain, of confusion, of disbelief and anger. Even as Al walked alongside Edward and out of the graveyard, his hand on his shoulder as if to console him. There was something so tranquil about the tombstone, about the space.
Al had a feeling that whoever this person was; no matter how much pain they had been in; how much despair and hopelessness they had faced; they had died in peace.
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I typically write a conclusion but I put the note I made at the start, its a lot more sentimental to reread the intro I made now :) thank you for finishing the book, I put my heart and soul into this one, along with a lot of sobbing nights. This book means so much to be, I hope it was able to reach you guys in some way <3
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