This drabble contains no names, but yes, it is referring to the almighty, brilliant, utterly awesome EDWARD ELRIC! Yess, the guy who's wayyyy better than some sparkly vampire, who for some reason is the first thing people think of upon hearing the word 'edward'. (that infuriates me so much ) the word limit for the drabble was supposedly 450 (it was given by a friend), and yeah i made it within the word limit. please review! (:
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He looked towards the sky – a beautiful, rich blue, with white fluffy clouds scattered throughout, floating aimlessly in the vast world above. A faint breeze rippled his bright blonde strands of hair. His back was pressed against the grass as he breathed in the smell of fresh leaves and the scent of flowers…
He felt so lost, so despondent. He had lost everything. He stared at the sky above, looking but not seeing, merely witnessing the transition of the clouds as it moved from place to place. Hours had past, but he felt nothing.
The thick grass surrounding him rustled, and he got up to his feet hastily. A white rabbit hopped towards him, sniffing, taking in his curious scent. He brushed his blonde plaited hair aside, and managed a smile. "Are you lonely too?" He asked. The rabbit tilted its head curiously, unsure of what to make of him. He reached a hand out, but the rabbit flinched and hopped away. He noted that the rabbit was similar to himself – afraid, unsure, someone who was trying to run away…
He thought of his little brother. He had lost him. His friends, his childhood neighbour, his superiors, everything, he left it behind when he made the decision to save his brother from being made a tool. And now, he had nothing, nothing to live for. In this field, amidst a whole living environment surrounding him, he still felt dead; hollow.
He looked towards the rabbit, to see the rabbit alert, its muscles taut, fear evident in its eyes… and then, in a flash, he saw something sprint across the field in a blur. Before he knew it, the rabbit had disappeared, leaving in its midst a barely visible trace of blood. He felt sad for it – it wanted to live, it had so much to live for, yet when it died… all those meant nothing. Everything was stolen from it, just because of the hard truth in the cycle of life; it either meant to eat, or be eaten, be a prey or a predator, to survive or to perish.
Suddenly, he realized a fundamental fact. If he continued living aimlessly, what would become of him? What would his loved ones feel? How could he abandon life simply like this, when others struggle to live? He may have lost everything, but how could he let himself lose to life? Didn't he fight against everything that was thrown to him? He couldn't just give up now.
He smiled at the glaring sun, his bright amber eyes determined and strong. He'd live this life to the fullest, he'd live louder, for all that he had lost.
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