Your Hand In Mine
AN: In an EdWin mood right now. (: Spoilers for THOSE CHAPTERS in volume twelve!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Everything but my imagination belongs to Ms. Hiromu Arakawa.
I haven't seen him cry since we were twelve.
Even back then, he didn't cry much. The only time… the only real time I saw him cry was during the auto-mail surgery. Of course, he cried during auntie Trisha's funeral, but during the surgery, he was just so full to the brim with frustration and pain…
Not to say that auntie's death affected him any less, though. The days after it… he was so distant and strange…
My point is, Edward Elric doesn't cry in front of me anymore.
Maybe it's because we're so rarely together these days. I don't see him very often, and he never lets me see inside, into the raw festering pain he holds there. In a way, I'm glad. I'm not sure what I'd do if I saw him weep, with him always being so strong.
I know he can't be strong forever, though. That one day, it will catch up to him.
I hope I'll be there for him on that day.
I hope I'll be there to reassure him, to tell him that it's all right, that everything will be fine. To tell him that although his hands have killed, they are still as pure as anyone else's. To tell him that his hands were never made to wait, to wonder – but to fight and protect. How silly of him, to tell me about saving people's lives, when that's all he does these days.
All right, Ed. I'll make sure that the next time I cry, it is out of happiness – as long as I can make you this promise.
I never want to see you cry, ever again.
AN: … didn't quite turn out the way I expected it to be…
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