Dark, gloomy, that's how the day was. The day of his funeral. The funeral of My little golden flower. The funeral of Edward Elric. He was only twenty. He didn't deserve this.
"You're so slow! Jeez! Do ya wanna make it before sunset?"
That was the last day I could remember with him. Other than his final moments under that damn tree.
"It's so high up here.."
Alphonse was crying his eyes out, Winry was trying to keep it together. I took a deep breath and tried not to cry.
I remember how easy it was to tease him. I remember how cute it was when He got mad. I remember his bright smile. How hurtful it was when he cried. This shouldn't of happened to him.
"This is the only time I'm doing this for you! Don't get used to it!"
His eyes were my favorite part. I remember the saying, "The eyes are the key to the soul" If that was true, then his soul was the brightest I've ever been. Even after all the shit he's been through. He still kept a big smile on his face.
"Your hands are warm.."
His words will forever be engraved in my brain, everything he's said to me, every word he's ever even spoken. I'll remember all of it.
I love him so much it hurts.
I tried to stay with him.
He said three final words to me, before the paramedics arrived, took him to the hospital. Four hours later he was pronounced dead.
I went numb when they said that. Those words, "I'm sorry for your loss." They weren't sorry. I can remember hitting the doctor and yelling at him.
I looked down at the coffin, he looked so peaceful. Like he's just asleep. Like I could wake him up, and he'd give me that same childish yawn and good morning. That same peck on the cheek, that same warm hug.
I placed my hand gently on his pale and cold cheek. I bend down and kiss his forehead, and back up and let the funeral continue.
"I love you."