We can change
We'll be able to change
I'm sure of it
We really are weak creatures, but that's why we strive to become stronger
Even if you feel it's useless, each step we take leads to something great.
Hohenheim fiddled nervously with his tie as he lingered at the end of the front garden path. The garden was pretty, Trisha's mother had always made sure the flowers were well presented. He never really did dating, but Trisha was different. When he looked at her she was a like a ray of sunshine. She lit up his whole world. He loved her auburn hair that had glints of red when it caught the light. The way she smiled made him feel all warm inside, he smiled idiotically. His nerves set he almost marched to her door and knocked firmly. He was met by her mother. She wore an apron, had brown hair (just like her daughters) and her eyes crinkled in delight when she saw him. She welcomed him and called for Trisha to come down. They made polite conversation and Hohenheim was started to relax a little.
As he heard a creak he looked up. There he saw her coming down the stairs, her hair was loose and wavy. She wore a cute dress with small pockets and bows on the outside. She smiled when she saw him, her youthful glow brightened the room with an intoxicating affect. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she reached for his hand and asked, "Shall we go." She shyly looked down, but on seeing him speechless and seemingly unable to move gently grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the house. As they walked down the path she called goodbye to her mother who was desperately waving a camera and begging for 'just one picture'.
As they walked towards the café in town they were silent. Hohenheim ran through a million ideas for conversation in his head but failed to settle on even one. Him, a man who was once a slave boy and was immortal. Thwarted by a twenty-something human, she looked at him sweetly and slid her hand into his. It felt so good, her and him, hand in hand. As natural as time turning. She faced forward again, but until she had seen the glimpse of red on his cheeks at the sweet intimacy of the albeit limited touch. He began to speak, "so, what do you do in a town like this?" He asked, his face looking determined.
She glanced up, "Not much, to be honest!" Trisha exclaimed, throwing her head back and laughing, "It's a pretty small town." She pointed to a small grocery shop, where a woman waved at her. She waved back and continued, "I work there part time, until, well, life happens." She sighed.
"What about you? What do you do, oh mysterious Hohenheim?" She giggled and squeezed his hand. He balked and stuttered, "Well, I travel, mostly." He wondered how much he could tell her, or should. He had never told anyone his true story, mostly because they would have thought him mad. But he felt like he could tell her everything!
She frowned at this response, "You've got to be a bit more interesting than that! All my past boyfriends have been extremely interesting!"
They paused and he looked at her. She was half looking, half glancing at him. She was biting her lip and looked sheepish but daringly at him. "Does this mean?" He started to ask, but she was too quick.
She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. Her lips were hot and moist. Her tongue darted daringly into his mouth and he could feel himself pull her closer to his great frame. She broke the kiss, slightly flushed and out of breath.
She whispered sweetly, with a hint of the hidden seductress, "Its official, now tell me everything."
He stared at her in disbelief. She was the single most amazing person in the world right now. Not only was she sweet, but she was also deliciously devilish and she had awoken in him a hope for humanity he had long thought had died. She alone had fanned the flames of his desire and his hope for living.
He pulled her close to his chest in a tight embrace and whispered, "You are my world, if there's hope for humanity, that means there's hope for me. And hope for us." He smiled, a single tear rolled down his face, she smiled back at him, wiped the tear away and said, "Indeed there is!"
And with that they continued down the road, chatting and glancing now and again at one another. Hohenheim due to disbelief and Trisha to love.