It's Time to Move On
"Life's a bitch," Edward said out loud to no one in particular. The mission that Colonel Bastard, no General Bastard, sent him on had to be the worst yet. Yes, Al had gotten his body back and Ed had returned to from the other side of the gate, so that wasn't the problem. Al had just been seriously injured and the doctors thought that he might not ever get better. On top of that, he figured out that someone had tried to kill him, but obviously, he wasn't there. Instead, now his quarters was blown to bits. So, here he was, going to headquarters to give the report to Mustang.
He arrived at Mustang's office and he kicked the door open, but not like he usually does. It was as if he was trying to be his own defiant self, but the attempt was in vain. Roy looked up, "Why, hello Fullmetal. I assume that you have the report."
"Here's your damn report," and with that Ed threw the folder on his desk.
"Someone's in a very bad mood. Even more so than usual. What's up, chibi?"
"You obviously are oblivious to what happened."
"If it's about your living quarters, we are working as fast as we can to get you a new one."
"No! It's Al."
"What about him?"
"Look in the damn report, if you aren't busy with your so-called work."
"Hmmm…you are dismissed."
However, Ed never left; he just sat in one of the sofas in his office and buried his face in his hand. He broke down and let the tears fall from his eyes, but didn't dare let the other man hear him. If Al died, Ed didn't know what he would to. He couldn't handle another loss, and this time, it would be his fault.
After a while, he was so worn out from crying, he fell asleep in Roy's office. Riza came in a little while later.
"Roy?"
"Yes lt. Hawkeye; what's wrong?" Roy replied.
"its Al…," she trailed off as she saw Ed,"Why is Ed asleep?"
Roy looked at the sleeping figure on his sofa, "I never noticed. You were saying about Al?"
"Yes, as you should know, Al has been in the hospital for the past 3 days and I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"…what is it."
"His wounds were beyond healing and because of that…"
"I don't have the time for this. What is it Hawkeye?"
"Al died."
A/N: I feel so horrible letting Al die. Please don't kill me.
This is my first full-fledged fic, so should I continue this, or should I shove it and never write stories again.
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