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Central Post

By Canyon

The clock on the wall ticked endlessly. The woman in the corner coughed, the man at the counter complained about the pricing of a 50 cent stamp. The harsh fluorescents didn't do any ones complexion any good. The windows tinted the tiles blue.

Central mail was experiencing a rare slow day. The bells softly twinkled when a young boy, about 15 walked in. he was lean and tan. Most likely a farm boy, sending home a letter to his parents. His golden hair was dulled by the light. But his blue eyes were jumpy. He looked almost sick. I sat up.

"Can I help you sir?" my voice was soft but annoyed.

"huh?' he shook himself obviously his thoughts were elsewhere. "Yes, my name is Matthew. I need to send a letter. T-to my parents."

"Well? Do you have a letter to send? Or would you like a telegram instead?" My voice became more pitched at that.

"Telegram please. Can you send it immediately?"

"Yes what is the address?" he shifted uncomfortably.

"Just please, uh…" He scratched his head. "Send it to Resembool train station. Tell the porter to give it to Winry and Edward Elric."

I stared at him. He was the Elric's missing son? What exactly was going on here? He kept looking over his shoulder. Nervous like a bunny being hunted. He interrupted my thoughts.

"Please tell them that, I love them. And to not worry about me any more… Please tell them to come to central to see me." under his breath he added "Even though I won't be able to see them." He continued "Please send my apologies. I didn't mean to die."

My mouth echoed his last words. The words that I would never forget. The words that haunted me until my last days.

With that he turned on his heel and walked out. He stopped at the steps that led down to the walk. He held his hands out almost as if praising every one.

Then came the shot. Straight to the heart. His legs crumpled underneath him. His blue eyes became vacant. I felt as if a little of me died with him.

I sent the telegram.