Hohenhiem looked over his shoulders at the wide grassy landscape that followed him. He gripped harder to the briefcase he held, casting his eyes down at the dirt underneath him.
It was for the best...He told himself, touching his rotting arm. He nodded slowly, continuing down the thin trail, memories of last year keeping him going.
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"Daddy?" A small golden haired boy poked his head through the slightly ajar door of his office.
"Edward...you know you're not supposed to come in here when I'm working." He growled out softly, turning in his chair to glare gently at his child.
Edward winced, pouting as he came into the room, holding something behind his back. "Um..."
He blinked, all hint of any anger he might have had faded. "What is it?"
The boy smiled sheepishly, running over and shoving a makeshift card into his hands. "Happy Father's Day." He muttered, staring down at his sandaled feet.
Hohenhiem stared at the card for a moment and broke out into a smile, reaching down and picking up the boy. "Thank you." He told him as he gave him a warm hug.
"For the best..." He told himself again with a heavy sigh.