Hi, this is my second story about Full Metal Alchemist haha. I hope you enjoy it! Please review if you want to! Thanks!
By the way I do not own Full Metal Alchemist unfortunately. L Wish I did!
The man sat down in his all to familiar desk chair groaning at the difficult task. This man had once been very young obnoxious kid, full of life. Yet now he was an old man only having his memories to make him smile again. That was the worst part about getting old, having millions of memories haunting him.
The window above his mahogany desk let in the orange pink sunset, making the old man's wrinkly face involuntarily smile. It was that time of the day again. Dusk was the most romantic time of the day, or in this man's case the best time to study his favorite thing. Alchemy.
Even though he was no able to use alchemy in this world, he still liked learning about it. Alchemy, science, mechanical arms all reminded him of his home. The home that he missed with all his heart. The dusk also reminded him of his home. That was one of the few things that reminded him of his true life, across the gate.
Thinking about his home made him always think about her. That girl that he left all alone so many years ago. He was sure that she had moved on like he had tried to, but still his memories always ended with her. That loud cute blonde girl. His best friend. His automail mechanic. She was once his whole world.
He reached out with his mechanical arm to pull open the bottom drawer of his desk. Here, where no one would look, was where he had hidden everything about his past. The only other person who knew about what this drawer contained was his dear younger brother, who also contribute to all the objects. The man smiled slowly as he saw the clothes that they had been wearing when they crossed over.
He gently lifted them up, placing them on the desk in front of him. He ran his hand down the white shirt that he had wore that still held the blood stain from an injury he had gotten. These aren't what he was after though. He pulled out the familiar red long coat that he had worn for so many years. That's when he saw it. That plain brown box sitting at the bottom of the drawer.
He smiled to himself as he pulled out the box, gently placing it on the desk. The worn out box had aged quite a lot since he had bought it nearly 60 years ago. He couldn't bare to part with it, no matter if the box was ripped and looking like it was ready to break at any minute. That box was almost as important as his most treasured items inside of it. He lifted off the cover, brushing off the dust that had accumulated since the last time that he had looked through the box. Inside all neatly organized where a bunch of random things. A silver gleaming pocket watch, holding the memories of when he was a teenager. An old yellowing picture of three young blonde children all smiling joyfully at the camera. And many more important seemingly useless objects. In the center of the pile of things were letters.
Letters that had touched his heart from all the most important people in his life. People who only now lived inside of his memory. Years and years of letters had grown in a huge pile tied together with an old faded white string. He untied the letters, holding on to the string as memories started to pass through his old yet vibrant mind.
He fingered the first letter that had been the first letter he had ever received. It brought back so many memories. He had received this letter when he was 12 years old, right before he became a state alchemist. He smiled at the big dark words that his best friend had wrote before her writing became more elegant and slanted.
He smiled as he began to read the letter that he had memorized from beginning to end.
Dear Edward,
How are you? Are you doing well? How is your automail? Is Al doing okay? You haven't grown any more have you? Because we would have to replace your automail then. Wait what am I saying? Of course you haven't grown! When are you coming home? Granny and I are worried about you two. You shouldn't be off on your own. You should be here with us. I'm saying this as your best friend. But I know you wont listen to anything that I tell you right? You'll do what ever you want to. Just remember that you always have Granny, Den, and me. Can I come visit you two soon? I hear that Central has very good automail shops and I want to go see the new models!
Write back Ed!
Winry Rockbell
He frowned at having his height discussed in the letter. Oh how he wanted to yell that he wasn't short anymore. He had grown much taller than anyone would have guessed, not that any one of his old friends knew that. None of them knew anything about them after they crossed the gate. That was one of the sacrifices that he had given up.
"I'm not short," He muttered before picking up the next letter.