Ed looked over at his science partner, Alfonse. He looked so much like his brother. Edward sighed as he gazed down at the schematics for their latest rocket.
"How long will it take to build this one?" Ed asked.
"About a month or so." Alfonse responded.
The blonde haired, golden-eyed teen had missed his brother so much. But, he was unable to see his brother for they were worlds apart. Alphonse, was Alfonse's counterpart; or so it seemed. He was young, caring, and loved his older brother unconditionally.
Edward, then, thought of his military co-workers, Mustang, Hawkeye, Breda, Falmen, Hughes, Fury, and more. He wondered if Roy Mustang lived through the fight with King Bradley, who turned out to be a homunculus, Pride. Ed wandered how Gracia and Elysia were doing without Maes Hughes. He wondered if, from the possibility that Mustang survived, that Riza Hawkeye and Roy had gotten together. Ed always thought they looked as if they thought of each other as more then co-workers. He smiled absentmindedly at the thought.
The smile faded from his face as he thought about his best friend, Winry. He thought about how she might be doing, who she knows, if she's with someone, or still alone, waiting for him. He wondered if she thought about him all the time, like she said she did. She would always say she worried for him and Al, so it made him wonder if she worried for them all the time. Over the period of two years, Ed had came to realize he liked Winry as more then a friend, but knew he's never be able to tell her that.
Ed wondered if Al was out there, looking for him. He wondered what he would look like as he got older, although, he knew he didn't have to. He wondered if Al was thinking about him at the very moment. He wondered where Al was, what he was doing, and if he came back alright.
As Edward wondered these thoughts, he was subconsciously was writing on a blank sheet of paper next to the plans:
Dear My Friends and the Military,
I'm sorry that I didn't tell anyone where I was
I'm sorry that I disappeared away
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you what I was feeling
I'm sorry that I couldn't be there when you might need me
I'm sorry that I won't be here right now
I'm sorry that I didn't make you smile for once when you're sad
I'm sorry that I did all these things
I will always be there for you, in spirit, soul, and heart. I will be always cheering you on... I will always be there... I will and forever more...
Always Love,
Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist
Ed tore his mind from his thoughts, knowing he was supposed to be working. Every now and then, he would go into one of these dazes, thinking about his friends and family. He sighed, shook his head, and looked back down at the papers. He noticed his hand had written something without his permission.
He picked it up and read the letter. He had written the words on his mind that were never spoken or even printed. He felt hot breath over his shoulder and knew Alfonse was reading the paper in his hand.
"Seriously Edward, I do think you should write a book about your stories!" he said as he took the paper from Ed's hand. "Your witting is very good, and the stories are amazing!"
"Yeah…" Ed replied, hanging his head, knowing Alfonse never would believe any of the experiences he told him about his world. He took the paper back, "But I'm not the kind of guy to do that kind of stuff. I'm more into science."
"I know." Alfonse rolled his eyes.
Ed reread it and pocketed it with a smile.
A few hours later, they left the factory together and headed back to their apartment. Ed took the paper from his pocket intending on reading it again, just as a particularly strong gust of wind came billowing by, stealing the paper from his hand and guiding it into the distance.
