FULL SUMMARY: In an unreal world, where familiar faces and even those of the deceased friends and family managed to exist. In a world called Germany, a young golden haired teenage boy is left to believe that since he has left his real home with his brother, that there is nothing left for him. That is.. Until he sees the face of the one, he cannot seem to forget.
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"A Parallel Universe"
Chapter Two; Old Faces.
Once Alphonse was truly gone, Ed grabbed the pile of pounds he left on the table. After locking up, he began descending down a set of stairs that led to the streets below. With the last click of his heel off of the metal staircase, a blonde short haired woman with gorgeous green eyes turned to meet Edward's golden ones with a bright grin.
"How are you and your brother, dear?"
Edward returned with a half-hearted grin. "Hello Gracia. We are quite all right. And yourself?"
Gracia only grinned then shifted her gaze at a local cop- Maes Hughes.
Hughes had always stared intently at Gracia during his shift. It was obvious that some sort of feeling was triggered once Maes laid eyes on the beautifully stunning woman. The flame that had shown in Maes' eyes gave Edward a slight tinge of disgust in his stomach. He felt it every time he saw Maes staring at Gracia.
Maes walked over in a graceful manor and whispered sweet words into Gracia's ear, which caused her to turn several shades darker than the darkest red there is, and she giggled somewhat childishly.
Edward was relieved that he had left just before Hughes walked over to Gracia. Not that he did not want to say hello to his friend, but when he was around lovers, he just could not take the pain that his heart inflicted on his rib cage. It always felt as if something, just something, wanted out, but he could not tell what it was. Edward did not understand the meaning of love any longer. However, if you asked him, he could most certainly tell you the definition of heartache.
End of Chapter Two; Old Faces.
A/N: I could feel the pain and agony as I wrote this. XD It hurt badly. I have a real bad thing for imagery. I guess it is my calling to just write imagery in nearly every paragraph.
