350-500 words; third person; childhood memories
Edward didn't like to think of his childhood.
It brought back and reopened way too many scabbed over wounds that spoke of the time when his mother still waited at the doorstep every afternoon with a smile and a hug.
Back when everything wasn't a game of life and death and he'd never seen a little girl's remains splattered on the sidewalk like common trash.
Back when his brother still had flesh and bones to feel with and eyes to cry with. Before he'd gone and screwed everything up, committed the taboo, and they'd still had a home to return to. Bastard father or not.
Gold eyes screwed up shut over an open heart at that point and he pushed his hands into his pockets further, quickening his pace and ignoring everything but the cold wind on his face.
No, Edward Elric did not like to think of his childhood.
Sometimes Envy liked to wonder what it would have been like to have had a childhood.
He'd imagine his adorable form, younger, shorter and impossibly cuter - a lot like the Fullmetal pipsqueak actually -, walking in one of those dung-heap towns to some run-down school to learn things that didn't matter. Not to him at least.
He'd go back and remember all of those times when he'd caught himself, behind bushes or in trees, stopping to watch a random group of worthless baby humans as they played a game or, once, made a snow-man. The kids then had all been golden - golden hair golden smiles.
But only one had the precious golden eyes - and he wasn't a kid. Not anymore.
Maybe he'd have had friends. Little flunkies, that he was obviously better than, to show off to and, of course, amaze. He could almost imagine the looks on their faces. 'Oh, your so awesome!'
And then he'd realize he was glaring at a random group of kids, scoff, and move onto some different area muttering 'of course' under his breath like the answer mattered to anyone at all.
Jealousy was such an ugly emotion.
But, Envy was more than used to it.
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