Disclaimer: I still don't own FMA, Hughes, Mustang, or a Mustang. Therefore, I own nothing.
WARNING! SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 25!
A/N: I just saw the episode where Hughes dies, and I swear, I spent the last ten minutes of the episode crying like a baby! It was just that sad. And when Elicia asked why they were burying Daddy, I almost died. Then went into a depressing fanfic writing mood. Hence this.
I stare up at the sky
see the gathering clouds
A storm is coming
but the rain does not fall
Dark clouds black out the sun
Ground is cast to shadow
All grows dark
but the rain refuses to fall
People start away
having payed their respects
Only a few linger
myself among the few
One by one they move away
Until I'm the only one left
I stare down at your grave
and still can't believe you're gone
The stone I see
tells me plainly that you are
But it seems to be a concept
that my mind just can't seem to grasp
You were always there for me
Pushing me up through the ranks
Ironic, it seems
as you're the one who's higher up now
I wasn't there when you needed me the most
I feel my eyes fill with tears
but still the rain refuses to fall
I think of all the times we shared
all the good ones
and the bad
And as I think
the tears flow over
The ground grows muddy at my feet
My uniform is soaked in seconds
But I just can't seem to make myself care
The rain finally decided to fall.
