Grass below him- getting more blurry by the moment as tears welled up in the alchemists eyes.
Oh god. why did it hurt so much?
Why did everything always hurt so much-?
He was sure he was bleeding, he could feel the warm wet liquid against his skin. What happened?
All he knew was pain now, pain and tears.
what happened?
Edward made a sort of choked gasp, his fingers tightening against the grass. He had known this pain many times, He knew it well, yet everytime it happened it hurt more and more.
How much more could he take?
He wasnt sure.
He knew something was wrong. He dreaded looking, he didnt want to see it, that same repeated image in his mind.
Red blood.
Everything was always red.
Edward could not escape.
Oh gods how he wished he could, he wanted to run away from it all, he wanted the childhood he had denied himself, that he had denied for Alphonse.
He was always taking everything away..
How he hated himself for it.
He hated himself so much.
And he was sure everyone else hated him too. How they must loathe his existance for the things he stole from them. He didnt mean to...he didnt want to.
Bleary now, tired- edward was finding breathing hard-his vision lined with stars and blackness-was this his retribution? was this what he deserved?
No one would come and help him. He would die alone here.
Whereever here was.
Edward squeezed his eyes shut as tears trekked down his cheeks- there was nothing he could do, his throat felt tight, breaths were not coming.
No one was coming.
Next thing edward knew, he was on the ground, he couldnt support himself. He couldnt feel anything. His thoughts were getting drawn out and incoherant-
one word he just needed one word.
Edward tried to get up, but to no avail- he had no choice but to let himself fall, this was the end for him. he could feel the warm crimson soaking his clothes- he was growing numb, his breathing faltering, everything was faltering.
One last word.
Just one.
Edward took as much of a breath as he could- ragged and shallow.
one.
just one.
"...Winry..."