Colonel Roy Mustang stood in the center of the church holding a folded-up military uniform on

which a pocket watch rested on top of. Both items were covered in a vase amount of brown dried

blood. Al didn't even need to ask. He knew what had happened. He fell to the floor as Roy rushed

to catch him.

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to goI was counting on forever, now I'll never knowIt's like I'm, looking from a distance, standing in the backgroundEverybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a dream

Roy and Jean took terns looking after Al until the funeral. He just

couldn't look after himself. Last time he had lost someone this close Edward had been there to

feed and watch after him while he mourned but now that one person was gone.

The preacher man said let us bow our heads and praylord please lift his soul and heal this hurtthen the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that he ever heard then they handed him a folded up flag and He held on to all he had left of him oh and what could've been and then guns rang one last shot and it felt like a bullet in his heart

Jean was the only thing holding Al up as the preacher lead the funeral goers in prayer.

He was weak from vomiting up the food Roy had made him eat and many fretful nights of sleep.

The prayer stopped and Al looked up to find the Colonel standing in front of him holding the green,

yellow, and white state flag which had adorned his bothers coffin. Al reached out with shaky

hands and took it from Roy's grasp. Only then did he let his tears fall hugging the triangular

bundle in his arms as gunshots rang all around him. His heart ached when they lowered Edward's

body into the ground.

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to goI was counting on forever, now I'll never knowIt's like I'm, looking from a distance, standing in the backgroundEverybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a dream

*Flashback*

"BROTHER YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" Al flung himself into Ed's arms.

"I'll only be gone for a few months Al. The war's almost over and Mustang will be there. He won't

let anything bad happen to me." Ed gently stroked his brother's hair, trying to comfort him.

Al picked at the blue fabric of Ed's uniform, willing himself not to cry.

"But you just can't go. What will I do without you? What if you don't come back?" Al whispered, his

voice cracking when he said the last line.

"We both new that this day might come", Edward said softly.

"Don't worry Al you'll be just fine while I'm gone, Gracia will check in on you." A military car pulled

up and Roy Mustang got out. Al knew it was time.

"Edward no!" Al had a firm grip on his brother who was trying to pull way.

"Al I have to go. You promised me you'd be strong." Ed said firmly. Al vigorously shook his head

from side to side.

"No you can't go! You just can't!"

"Al?"

"Don't leave me!" Al dropped to his knees holding on to his brothers legs. Edward squatted down

beside him and took Al's face in his hands, forcing him to make eye contact.

"I'll be back, I promise." Ed kissed the top of Al's head.

"I have to go now." Edward got into the car after Roy and tried not to listen to his brothers screams

as they drove away.

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Edward did not keep his promise.