Disclamer : Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to its rightful creators and owners.
Summary : Achemy had been a drug for Edward but now, he had to learn to live without it.
Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! This is also a translation of an OS I did five years ago.
This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.
Weaning
On a sunny morning in Resembool, Edward was, yet again, on Pinako's roof for a new repair. It had been two hours and he was stil trying to make it "as good as new", just like he had promised Winry's grandmother. With alchemy, he would have finished a long time ago and could have another activity.
But Edward was no longer an alchemist.
This science's ways had been definitely closed to him. It created a void in him. All his life, he had been immersed in this art. He was born from an alchemist. He had grown up learning alchemy. Alchemy had been his tool for his greatest adventure, his biggest mistake, his most horrible sin. Alchemy had been his way of earning his daily bread. Alchemy had been a part of the young man's life for years. Everyday. Everytime. And one day, he found himself deprived of it, of his drug. To start from nothing to create something, the joy of seeing an object shaping itself before someone's eyes, to see it creating itself from dust in blinding rays of lights and people's cheers, alchemy had been intoxicating. Edward had been drunk. And weaning was quite difficult. But he knew for whom he suffered that much and why he did so.
For Alphonse.
In eveyr human being lied a door, the one offering human kind the possibility of doing alchemy. By sacrificing his own, Edward had managed to give to his little brother his body back, the one he had deprived him of years ago, when they tried to bring their mother back to life.
To hear Alphonse laugh, enjoying life, happy, like any other man, made, in Edward's eyes, this sacrifice worth it.
The End