Less to think
By D
What happens in between, the emotions we suppressed, the happy feeling that is gone?
Edward clung to the chilled earth, like a dead man walks the earth, half-dazed and mute. He stared fixed on the cleanest tombstone and clawed helplessly. Rain spattered down marking the final resting-place for many of the loved ones of his town.
Somewhere very far away a young man and his friends joke about being drafted for a distant war. Little do they know that in the future they would join, but now satisfied with their take of life for now they have little worries, the glass is half full and the liquor isn't half bad.
Two children leave the unrest of their empty home a place that echoes happiness along side their ruined world. A black haired woman leads the way, newly educated in the loneliness of home and those beside her.
Three friends joke nevously in training, its harder than its supposed to be, and their mucles scream and ace in process, if you say "Alchemist" infront of the comander he'll have a spasum and tell you to drop and give him fifty.
If theres anything wrong then tell me and yes this is the author's note.