Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any of the characters.
Snow flakes gently fell, like a white innocent beauty, never seeming to care what or who they graced their entire beings with. Some people would think that it was a beautiful sight, of the snow drifting down in the meadow, but to the people that spent what seemed like an eternity there (but when in reality it had only been two months) thought that the sight was disgusting. The fresh images of war and suffering flashed through their minds. The only thing the snow did to comfort the surviving soldiers was that it covered the lifeless bodies of their dead comrades.
Cries and screams could be heard throughout the meadow as some of the soldiers went hysterical trying to dig out or revive the ones that had fallen. The war wasn't even over yet, and yet so many lives had died without saying good bye to their loved ones or telling them they loved them with hugs and sweet kisses.
For one such blonde alchemist it was the same. His lover was dead and so too were the rest of his family. He blamed himself for all the deaths that had happened around him. His lover died because he was being reckless and wouldn't follow orders. His lover died protecting him from a bullet that was supposed to blow his brains out, not his lover's. The blonde deserved to die, not his lover or his sweet innocent brother. The blonde was the one who sinned those seven years ago.
'Why wasn't I punished? I'm the one that sinned, not my brother or the love of my life.' the alchemist thought to himself.
But maybe this washis punishment, to know what it feels like to be alone, to never see his brother again. He stared miserably at the sight of all the soldiers trying to unburry their fallen comrades from the heavy snow. he felt something lightly touch his shoulder, he looked behind himself.
"Hey, boss, we have to get going," the man called Havoc informed the blonde kindly.
The younger turned back to face the horrible scene before him. "Why do people die when they don't even deserve it?" the blonde asked, his voice emotionless.
Havoc didn't answer him for a little while, thinking that if he said the wrong thing he'd somehow break the blonde. "I don't know, boss. I honestly just don't know."
A salty taste graced the younger's tongue, he touched his cheek and felt that it was wet. 'When did I start crying?' he wondered to himself. He wiped away his tears and turned around and walked back with Havoc to the car. As they drove away the blonde couldn't help but think back to the first time he and his lover first made love two years ago.
I hope you liked this one! There are a few chapters to this story and some of them will be really short but that's because the long ones are flashbacks, soooo...yeah...PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!!!! Now the next order of business is I have to figure out how to put up new chapters to stories, I would much appreciate it if you could tell me how, PLEASE! Anyway R&R!