I was in a very sad mood, watching FMA 2003 (why the hell is it so depressing?) and I just thought about how hopeless everything was for Ed and Al. In the ending credits, it shows Ed reaching up towards nothing. He looked so desperate. . . it inspired me to write something poetic about it.

. . . Well, maybe not poetic. But that's not for lack of trying.

This represent Ed's conflicted feelings after discovering the truth about the Philosopher's Stone. It then goes into his feelings about himself, which is what leads him to almost confess to Al about being afraid of Al hating him. It's deep and philosophical (I guess, maybe) and sad.

Disclaimer: Nope. It belongs to Arakawa.

So. . . I hope you are touched by it. Yeah. . . that sounds about right. I'm going to rip your hearts out. Be prepared.

Keep going

He was running towards ~it~, at breakneck speed.

Moving forward

~It~ was right there, !taunting! him, +waiting+ for him.

Don't turn around

He knew ~it~ could save him from this darkness. . . or did he?

Memories kill progress

He trusted ~it~ to save them, to save everything he cherished.

There is only future

But it wasn't what he ^needed^. It was never what they ^needed^.

And then memories are all that are left.

He could remember everything, every single thing needed to create ~it~. And he hated ~it~. He wanted to forget ~it~. He wanted to never look back at ~it~, just like he never looked back at everything else in his past. He just wanted to move \forward\. . .

Memories are everything

And memories are nothing

But he couldn't just forget. This was his mission, and it was all for {naught} in the end. What he had been searching for. . . was nothing but wrong.

And he hated being wrong.

Almost as much as he hated himself.

It was all his fault. Everything that had happened came from one stupid, stupid idea of his. It went wrong, and then he was alone.

Memories bring life

And they bring hatred

He hated himself more than anything else. Al probably did, too.

He remembered it being his fault

The thought that Al hated him was [torturous].

He knew it was his fault

But he couldn't ask, because he was |afraid|.

He knew the Truth

He was just a coward, in the end. Not a -prodigy-, not *the youngest State Alchemist in history*. Just a /coward/.

He was scared of the Truth

He was just scared, and it was all he'd ever been. Scared to live without his mother. Scared to bring her back alone. Scared his brother hated him.

Scared to know the Truth

He was never anything but scared.

He ran away

He ran at ~it~.

And in the end. . .

He was running towards nothing.

Reaching

for nothing at all.

Have fun?

. . .

Yeah. That's what I thought.

So this was a new style for me. I hope you guys enjoyed my weirdness, or whatever. Did I crush your fragile fangirl/fanboy hearts? I'd apologize, but that's kind of what I was aiming for, so. . . yeah.

The word of the day is JEUNESSE DOREE (with an accent over the first "e" in "doree")! It means "young people of wealth and fashion." So. . . not me. I may be young, but I sure as hell ain't wealthy or fashionable!

. . . Well, maybe fashionable. Sometimes. Every other Friday.

Yep. That's about it.

Love ya! lulu