A/N: Disclaimer:Standerd Disclaimer appies. I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. I am only an obsessed fangirl who likes the show. So please, don't sue me.
This story is dedicated to Riley Corbit, who died last year at the age of six.
I stared down at the freshly dug grave. The soil had only just been poured over the casket earlier that same day. Inside of that casket was my best friend. What's left of him, anyway. I stared at the tombstone, reading and re-reading the engraving in my mind;
Brigadier General Maes Hughes. Loving father, husband, and friend.
I blinked.
This can't be true... I thought.
It has to be a lie. God, if you're there, let it be a dream! My pleas were useless, and I knew it. Even if there was a God, no one can bring back the dead. I looked up at the sky. The sun was shining bright.
How, I wondered, can the sun still shine? How can the world still turn when I'll never see my best friend again? In the back of my mind, I knew Maes was only a small part of the world, a One in the All. But to me, he'd been so much more.
How can I go on without his smiling face greeting me each morning? I wondered. He used to annoy me so much, but now I'd do anything just to hear his voice one more time!
Maes Hughes...loving father, husband, and friend.
What an understatement. Maes was all that and more. He was more than my friend, he was my brother. And how can I live without my brother?
"Sir," comes a familiar voice behind me. It's Riza. "Sir, are you ready to go?" I look up at the cloudless sky.
"I-It's going to rain today..." I say, a single tear rolling down my cheek. She sounds surprised when she speaks again.
"Yes." The sun is shining bright, but in my world, it will never shine again. Oh, well. Bring on the rain.