It's been over a year since I last saw Edward. But I get to see him today.
I need to go shopping. It's a special occasion.
I should get him something. It's been a year, after all.
There's a nice bouquet of flowers. He may be too "manly" for them, but I don't care.
I don't get to see Roy or Riza today, but that's okay. I understand they have jobs to do.
What should I make for Edward? I can make noodles. He likes noodles. At least he used to.
How about stew? No. I don't think he likes stew. I'm pretty sure he likes noodles, though. I'll make those.
Tea? Sure. How about some darjeeling? Maybe with something sweet? Like cake or something? Sure. He'll appreciate some cake.
This feels like a tea party. Strawberry cake with tea, noodles, and flowers. Edward won't say anything about it though. I hope he likes it.
I leave the store and head back to the house to make the noodles.
Granny's away for the weekend. She had some business to take care of.
As I finish making the noodles, the tea hisses, announcing it's completion. I put both in thermoses and put everything in a basket.
As I get on the train, I sit alone and place my basket on the floor. Hopefully it won't bounce around too much. The last time I was at this train station was to wave Edward goodbye when he left for Sunaka. But that was over a year ago.
That was the day I kissed Edward and told him I loved him.
And then, a year ago today, the realization hit me that he was really gone. I cried myself to sleep that night. But I get to see him today. I get to see Edward.
The train pulls to a stop. To tell the truth, I could have just walked here, but I didn't. It's not that the basket was too heavy, it's just I don't like the road here.
I step off the train and head off in the direction of my destination. The place I get to see Edward.
I'm the only one walking this way and I'm glad. I want to be alone with Edward.
I pull open the rusty gate and walk over to him. I sit on the bench beside him and put down my basket.
"Hello," I say. "It's been a while."
I unpack the basket so everything is laid down on the ground in front of me.
"I decided to come see you today. It's been a year, after all."
I sit down on the ground and lean against the stone beside me.
"I hope I get to see you again someday. To be where you are." I say, tears rolling down my cheeks and falling to the ground. "Happy birthday," I whisper, another tear running down my face and onto the base of the stone beside me. Tracing the indentations with my finger, I fall into the abyss of somnolence, dragged by my fatigue. I can feel the writing under my fingers, the words Granny has recited to me every night for a year.
Edward Elric
1899-1919
Loved by many, forgotten by none.
Don't forget .11
