And amour

By D

I don't own FMA or the Goddesses of Fate, they own you.

One bye one Ed was watching them

Cutting the thread

Another life

A woman screams as she's gunned down

He shutters

They're dropping like flies

A gate opens and threads start on fire

The other looks on the floor

Ed is watching them holding what they want

Another threads,

She cuts it and the string is intact

The other stops

He doesn't die,

An angel on the wall

The serpent squeezes tighter

One kicks it and the snake wails

There're spilling the thread

Lives connected

But which was he?