Edward smiled, looking at is rose bush. It was sitting right inside the doorway of his hallway. Alphonse had regained his body, and Edward was no longer able to use Alchemy. He was not depressed; He was not happy. He did not belong. He was just there. Living averagely. It was killing him. But his rose bush, he was given it by the woman at the flower shop. She was a nice woman, pretty. He liked her. At the moment he couldn't remember anyone's names, let alone hers. Alphonse didn't need him, and he new very few people on this side of the gate. They didn't need him either. He felt completely useless.
He desperately wanted to see Mustang, but he knew that wasn't happening any time soon.
But he could stair at the roses forever. He knew the roses needed him. They were there when he came home, and the depended on him to have life. He loved the roses. He would protect them until the end of his life.