Wonder
Please read Waiting and Wanting before. This story is the final installment in the trilogy of stories.
Why was he here?
There was nothing left for him here.
The only person he knew here was gone.
No one would come back to this place where they had once lived together. They had played it off quite well passing it off as an extreme case of the black plague. They were the only ones that knew the reason for his death.
He was back here for one reason. He rummaged through the dusty drawers of his late father's desk until he found what he was looking for, his watch. It was a silver pocket watch with a picture of a half lion and half fish creature on the front. He did not know what its significance was or how he was connected to it but it was the strongest reminder he had of his own world.
He opened it up. The hands did not move. It had probably stopped working long ago, sometime while he was in America. Well, he had come back to get it so he might as well get it fixed at the same time. He left the room to forget about his father for the third time in his life.
It was mid morning and the sun was surprisingly glaring down its shine. His distress came out as a sigh. His thoughts were plagued as were his dreams. He could not erase the image from his mind.
-Smack-
Someone had suddenly shoved him hard. Damn them.
It was probably an inconsiderate being in a big rush. He didn't have the balance he used too so he fell just as hard as he was shoved. Damn Leg. Damn them.
He looked up only to be greeted with the ridiculously bright sun. Damn Sun. Damn Leg. Damn them.
He tried to get up but after all these years he still did not use the correct arm. Damn Arm. Damn Sun. Damn Leg. Damn them.
After successfully remembering which arm and leg to use, he got up and dusted himself as best he could. Damn them. It was their entire fault. Had they not run him over he would have never humiliated himself. Then again had he not been so involved in his thoughts he would have seen him coming.
-Sigh-
He would get his watch fixed as soon as possible and try to forget the sight of her broken neck at a later time.
He located a shop with a simple wooden sign outside saying "WATCHES." He found no need looking for another watch shop. This one would probably be just as good as any other shop 50 meters from here. He entered feeling an odd sense of déjà vu.
"Hi! My name's Winry. How can I help you?"
Questions/Comments/Criticisms? I'll answer all.
This is the final "chapter" to Waiting and Wanting.