Title: unusual love
Pairing: Heied kind of near the end
Disclaimer: I do not own fma or any of the characters.
NOTE TO PEOPLE: this is a sad story (I think) so if you don't want to
be sad don't read but if are crazy like me please continue!
bon appetite
Every day I would come into the kitchen and the first person to greet
me was my mother and I knew she was not feeling well even though she
always said that she was fine. She was sick... more than sick she was
very ill, my father and me knew that, but she didn't want us to worry
about her. Then one day I walked through the front door, put my school
bag down, and went into the kitchen. That's when it happened. "she
isn't home Alfonse." is all my father said. He was sitting at the
table, not really looking at anything in particular or at me. He told
me she went to the hospital and was in critical care. At first I just
looked at him in disbelief, I think it was because I didn't want to
believe him. It was my mother, the one that told me she was fine and
just smiled this warm, gentle, loving smile. After a few seconds I
couldn't speak. He said "in the hospital" even thinking something like
that. I kept thinking it was some sort of sick twisted joke that he had
made up and she was going to walk down the stairs laughing. The next
morning as I lay in my bed it sort of set in that this wasn't a joke
any more, I knew I had to go to see her, something just seemed right
about the idea. I didn't care that I would be missing school to go see
her, I just had to see that everything was okay and that she would be
fine and it was just a minor thing. To see her smile at me and say
"Alfonse don't worry, everything is going to be fine". After that visit
I knew that it was not a minor thing. After that day, I made time to
see her every day, even if she couldn't see me because she was
unconscious. I would spend hours there visiting her and I usually went
alone. My father never went and I still don't know why, but that all
quickly changed when I came home, put my stuff down, and I saw my
father's face as he was sitting there staring into space with a look on
his face of sheer pain and sorrow. It was like he just lost his best
friend, and I knew that he was hurt- down right broken inside. There
was something wrong with this picture. My father never showed weakness,
and here he was, sitting there with this look in his eye. When he saw
me in the doorway he didn't move from his spot at the empty table, and
I remember him not saying a word, but he didn't have to. His face said
everything. I knew where we were going... to the hospital, and for
once everything was going horribly wrong. We drove there in complete
quiet, not even the radio was playing. He had turned it off, but I had
a feeling it wasn't going to lighten the mood. When we arrived, my
heart sank. I felt like someone had ripped it out with no consideration
of what was happening. We went into the room and I didn't get very far
in before I could tell that she had passed away. I hadn't seen her yet,
so I had hoped I would be wrong for once in my life and that she would
be okay. When I walked over to the bed my, guess had been proven true.
She was dead. How I hate that word 'dead'. It almost mocks your pain
and sadness. As I looked at her body laying there, I knew it would be
hard now. We no longer had her to learn from and talk to... without
her, it was all going to change. We would have to learn to do
everything differently without her in the picture. Shortly after that
day, we held a funeral for her. I didn't go to this, I knew I couldn't
bring myself to... I knew I should go, but that would mean having to
say goodbye to the one person that really understood me, and having to
give up hope of any miracle recovery, and those two things I couldn't
bring myself to do. We had to bury her body on a different day, due to
the frozen ground, but the day of the burial I decided that I was going
to school instead of the burial service. I arrived at school, my mind
completely distracted because of the burial, so I wasn't paying
attention to where I was going and I banged into someone. So, I
apologized to him, and explained that I was distracted because of what
was happening and he understood completely. He was in a similar
situation. His mother had also passed away, except it was when he was a
little kid. He introduced himself to me. "I'm Edward Elric, Ed for
short." he said. He was the one person that day that truly understood
what I was going through, and cared how I felt. Then I knew it was all
going to be all right, and that I was going to get through this hard time
with his help. There was nothing to worry about anymore as long as we
had each other to care for one other, and to love. I will never forget
how I found love when my life seemed to fall apart, and even now I
think my mother, as she looks down from her place in heaven, is smiling
in approval about my decision to date Ed. She always did support that
kind of thing. I know she would be proud of me if she were still alive,
and I believe her and Ed would truly get along and be really close to
each other. That is something I know for sure and hope I am right
about.
bon appetite: WOW... this is what happens when I mix
fanfic with life events you get a really sad story btw for me there was
no happily ever after like in the story, no prince charming pour moi(
if you don't speak french that means for me) p.s I lost an aunt not my
mom
