A/n: I totally changed this drabble from it's original format. When I first wrote it, it focused on Riza taking out some thugs and a little girl wanting to be just like her. It sucked. Maybe I should post all my rejected drabbles, lol. :)
Blonde-Existentialist-Lol, I just wore a MN Vikings bandanna. My friend said it wasn't enough to get counted, but she's pretty pessimistic. Today was fun cause it was red day (one of our school colors) so I got to wear my FMA t-shirt:)
Kiyuu-Chan-Gah! I forgot that's how far into the manga that happened. It's going to take forever to get to America! I wish it was like Rurouni Kenshin where a new volume comes out each month; but I guess they'd catch up with the manga pretty quickly. Hey, do you know what chapter it is where Roy and Riza basically flirt over the phone, where Roy pretends she's a shop girl or something but she's really somewhere else with her cool gun…I need to reread that chapter. :)
When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.
Madeleine L'Engle (1918 - ), "Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art", 1980
#4 Memory of a Girl
She rarely thought of her life before Ishbal.
She was unsure if it was from her turmoil during the war, or just her own repression of memories, but everything was a blur.
She only had the faintest images of a smiling little girl with teddy bears who she always invited to tea parties.
Her first dog, a little puppy. Running in the fields with him, playing fetch with him.
Until he ran away. He never came home.
All these memories, good and bad, were thin and fragile, easily broken if anything broke her concentration.
It was the memory of a girl, a girl she did not know, but was still a part of.
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