Hey peoples! So I was mad at my HP fanfic (check it out) so I found this idea. Qudos (however it's spelled) to Horselvr4evr123 for the AWESOME Challenge Corner! (I'm coming back to write some more of your stuff!) Check out her writing! She's an amazing author. I just LOVE her stories. (OH GOD I SOUND LIKE AN OLD GOSSIPING WOMAN.) Anyways... be sure to review! I LOVE this anime.
Yeah, this may suck though... It's 12:30 AM and I'm awake only due to insomnia, so don't judge too harshly.
XOXO,
Silence Shouting
Silence Whispering
Silence Eternal
So Ed had given his life for his brother. At least, that's what they told me. As of now, Alphonse didn't know anything about it. About how Ed gave up everything for him, and him alone. All he knew was that he was living with me and Granny again. I remember when they brought him back. That Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang, took it upon himself to deliver the news. Al was back in his old body, Ed had disappeared, and Al had lost his memory. That day, was the first time I ever saw Granny cry.
We still worked on automail, of course, but it was growing harder and harder for me to have the time to do so. Al was still a kid, and of course wanted to play with somebody. Eventually, Granny started taking care of the business herself.
I never got the chance to tell Ed I loved him. That memory haunted me throughout the rest of my life. I had done nothing but beat him with a wrench, ad now he was dead. Dead!
With all of the free time I had from Granny taking over the automail business, I decided to take up gardening. It was an exact science, just like making automail, or using alchemy. Add too much water, and the seeds soaked through and died. Give too little, and the seeds would dehydrate and shrivel up.
The only seeds our small-town store grew were sunflowers. I grew them well, tending to each seed carefully. I wasn't going to lose a garden, too. In the next spring, those sunflowers grew. Alphonse was too young to understand why I loved them so much. He thought that they were pretty, sure, but they were just flowers. For me, they meant so much more.
Even though the sunflowers grew so high and tall, they reminded me of him. The way they moved delicately in the wind was just like the way he walked. Like him, they always seemed to be reaching, stretching towards the sun. and when I touched those flowers, even just a little, they curved into my hand. Just like Ed.
The thing I loved most about them, though, was their long golden petals, almost the same shade as Ed's hair. Every year, I'd take one of those petals, and press it between the pages of a large alchemy bood. Then, I'd hide them in a drawer under my bed, where no one could find them. I like to take the petals out, sometimes, and just think and remember about Ed.
Al talked often about finding Ed again. There was no body to be found, he said, so maybe Ed was simply missing. Before, I'd always brushed the idea off as impossible, but now, I finally let myself hope again. Maybe…
