[Determination: n. (di-tur-muh-ney-shun) The act of coming to a decision or of fixing or settling a purpose.]
Determination
The smell of freshly, fallen rain and burning coal was lingering in the air around South City's train station, the day was ending and the sun was now replaced with the ever-shining, white moon that Edward found almost mysterious, yet serene. He sighed at the sight, remembering the times when he, Al, and Winry would stay out an hour or two later, just so they could gaze at the full moon and make out silly shapes with the bright stars that decorated the summer's night sky.
Click.
It had only been a few, short years since their mother passed and just barely a month since Ed was awarded his state title, he then huffed at the thought of becoming a 'Dog of the Military' rewarding, the only reward Ed saw in the situation was full access to the military's libraries filled with research books and nothing more.
Click.
Yawning obnoxiously loud, with his arms outstretched above his head, he sat back and made himself more comfortable on the bench that would later become his bed for the night. Their train wouldn't be leaving until early in the morning and Edward was too impatient to spend most of the night searching for a hotel with a cheap, vacant room. Alphonse bet him that he could, though and Ed could only guess that he was still on the wild-goose-chase, having been away for nearly two hours.
Click.
His mind suddenly wandered back to their past, back to their mother.
Click.
Then, back to the day they burned their house down, though it was just a few months ago, the unsettling feeling hadn't disappeared from the pit of Ed's stomach and his guilty conscience kept reminding him that they burnt down all the precious memories of their mother; the only happy memories they had, besides ones with Winry.
Click.
No, those memories would live on in their hearts, right? They burned it down to show that there was no going back, that they would continue searching for a way to get their bodies back, no matter what.
Click.
But...what if there's no way that could ever happen? What if this journey is all for nothing? What if they can't get their bodies back and they're making all these sacrifices for nothing, when it was hopeless from the start? Just like how bringing their mother back was...
Click.
Ed sat up and wiped away the tiny beads of sweat that were beginning to form at his brow. Was he doing the right thing? He dragged his brother into their first mistake, was he about to do it again?
Click, click. Open, close, open, close, open--
"Dammit!"He looked down at the silver pocket watch that was resting in the palm of his left hand. "I will get mine and my brother's bodies back. It's not hopeless." he muttered under his uneven breaths. He sat there for a moment, in the quiet, listening to the people passing by and the busy world that wouldn't dare stop for anyone or anything.
Sitting the watch by his side, on the bench, Ed quickly clapped his hands together and a small, yet sharp blade grew out of the end of his right index finger. He looked over at the watch, then back at his finger, then picked up the silver watch and rested it on his left leg, while supporting it and holding it in place with his left hand. The point of the blade met the sterling silver and the words just seemed to come natural, flowing straight from Edward's heart.
Don't Forget
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Okay, in my word document, (which is where I typed this up) it let's me put the date, but when I uploaded my story on here, it erases the 3 and Oct and just leaves the .11...? Could someone please tell me why? Haha, it just doesn't look right without the date and I tried everything, but the damn thing keeps erasing it! Anyway, I hope you liked it, please review if you did! (Or if you know how to help me.) =]