This is a one shot story about Ed. Perhaps a little of angst here and there, haha. Full Metal Alchemist. It's my current obsession, oh my gosh, it's totally awesome! Haha. Please read and review, thank you!

(Pssst, no pairings, haha. This is my first update in a long time, so…Please don't get your hopes up for a new story, because school is being a total drag and games get in the way and…sad to say that I hardly have time to write. Things like these fanfics pop up once in a while…a very long while…don't wait up for me! Thanks for reading this extra special blah blah.)

I stand on top of the roofs that overlook the central city, enjoying the breeze and the dying sun in the horizon. And as I stand there, I begin to think…

There will be a time when all I can do is let go and let everything fall into place. But until that time comes, I will never stay still, I will never let my hands fall to my sides, I will never be idle.

I refuse to be idle, to be immobile when I know I can forever run in the breeze of this city.

That was what I thought when I was younger, more carefree and perhaps less understanding of the world that we live in.

I believed in a world free from war, free from poverty, free from sins and most of all, free from discriminating people that think themselves higher than what they really are.

But I was wrong…completely and utterly wrong.

Sometimes I wonder why I fight for this world. Why I fight to live when I feel that there's nothing to live for. There are people out there who are suffering because of the wrongs they did not do, people claiming that they did something good, which they did not do but are rewarded for it.

There's nothing right about this world, nothing at all.

They lie, they place blame on other people to escape punishment.

Sometimes, they do things that aren't right, and when they are found out, they will use any means necessary of 'shutting' them up, temporarily or for good.

As I look around, I see evil everywhere. In the people, sometimes in the children who are forced to do things children shouldn't do, and of course, in myself as well.

I asked myself over and over again why I bother to live in this world, when there's nothing good in it to live for.

But I was wrong.

There is some good in the world, in this city.

And that is my little brother and best friend, Alphonse as well as my mechanic and best friend who I consider to be my family, Winry. As well as the many friends that I met on my journey to find a way to make the philosopher's stone. My precious people who I swear to protect till my death.

That is a vow that I wish to keep, and a vow that I will keep, and will fulfill when the time comes. But until then, I'll enjoy maybe my last meal with Al and Winry. I wish I could see all of them again before I go…