Gem: I don't own anything except the random idea.
Ed wondered what was up with this person who kept writing to him. Sure he liked getting mail but this was just odd. The letters kept telling him to let it go and that it wasn't his fault. He had saved each and every one just in case they might be important. He pulled them out and read them in order.
Dear Ed,
You should just let it go. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help when your mother died. You still have a family though. One who loves you for who you are. Everything will be fine.
Dear Ed,
I know that you haven't taken my advice. So let's try this again. Say out loud "it wasn't my fault." I can't hear you. But then again, this is a letter. Really, it wasn't your fault. We're still love you no matter what.
Dear Ed,
Why won't you come home? Your entire family misses you. It is not your fault what happened. We will always be beside you in everything you do. Just learn to let it go. You'll see how much better you'll feel.
Dear Ed,
This is probably the last resort we have to cheer you up. Come back home. Just one more time. Everyone is waiting to see you.
"But where is my home now?" Ed thought.
Home was such an odd word for him. He had burned down his own quite a few years back. But oddly enough he found himself in Resembool. Walking towards the place his house once was. That house was gone forever or so he thought. He looked up the path and saw a house that looked exactly like his when he was a child.
"Who did that? Who rebuilt the house?"
Ed smiled. Maybe he was healing inside. Slowly, very slowly, he was coming to understand that it wasn't his fault. That maybe he could heal. He opened the door which for some reason was unlocked.
"Hello?"
Looking down he saw a drawn trail. He smiled and followed the path through the house until he got to where his and Al's old room was. He slowly pushed the door open and was abruptly pulled into the room by none other than Winry. She put her finger up to his lips to keep him silent and then turned on the light. He was not going to ask how they managed to fit so many people into the room.
"Happy Birthday Ed."
Ed smiled. It seemed like he truly was healing.
Gem/Raccoon: Don't ask. Really don't. The idea came while taking a shower.