Basically what happened after that silence when Trisha let go of her boys. A touching piece that explains some of the emotions going on.
She let go, but her hand was still warm. Alphonse gasped quickly, his whole body shaking in a childish manner, as he immediantly went into a panic. "Mom...? Mom...!" he called, thinking she simply went into a deep sleep, her illness getting the better of her. Maybe if he shook her, she'd get up, smile like always, and give him a quick hug. "I'm sorry, Alphonse." She would mutter softly. "Did I scare you? Shhh...I'm right here. It's all right. Could you get the docter for me? I think I need some medicine."
Edward stared down at his mom, and just kept talking. If he kept talking, she'd listen and nod. If he kept rambling on, and on, the threatning tears wouldn't fall no matter what. Because his little brother couldn't see him cry.
Alphonse slipped his gentle hands around her shoulders, and shook her gently. "Get the docter, Brother!" he would shout. "Hurry! Mom needs her medicine."
Suddenly, a wrinked old hand would pull Alphonse back. "Stop that, Al." she murmered softly, trying to sound calm. "Come on into the kitchen, dear."
Blond tresses would fall into golden eyes. "You know what, mom? I found some of dad's books in the basement I didn't see before. Want me to show them to you?"
Edward only looked up for a moment, when he heard an unfamilar noise. A soft sob started up in the background, but soon made it's way around the room, blending with the wind, and covering the eerie silence. "Mom..." he murmered. "M-mom...MOM!" And tear drops splattered to the ground. "Get u-up m-m-mom..." it whispered. Alphonse was crying softly, and Edward couldn't even shed a tear. His heart felt hollow and cold suddenly.
Grandma Pinako wrapped her arms around the younger boy, and rubbed his shoulders. "There, there, Alphonse." she murmered. "It'll be alright. I know, I know. We'll take care of you boys. You're not alone."
But they were alone. No matter how many people were "there" for them, they were completely and totally alone. At least in Edward's eyes. He wanted to wrap his arms around his brother and sob. He FELT like crying, hard and loud for everything. But he wasn't going to move from that chair. Because as soon as he let go of that hand, she wouldn't exist anymore. She wouldn't be Trisha Elric, Edward and Alphonse's mother anymore. She'd be some corpse under the ground.
