Sorry the last author's note was so short, I was really tired after typing that chapter, most likely from my new medication I had taken that day. I'm not taking that pill again though, because after that I couldn't sleep for over twenty four hours, which is never fun.
I've got nothing really to say about myself in this little note, I guess I'm slowly getting better. I've been thinking about fanfictions most of the time and have a few new ideas for stories that I might make a reality. There's a little poll on my profile that I'd like if you put your input there. I don't know whether to make a new story or update and existing one, and I really want to see what you guys think. It's just a quick little thing and I'd really appreciate if you took the time to answer it.
Either way this story will be ending with the next chapter, which will also be short, but I really hope you'll like the ending, I think you will. I don't want to give much away but it has a nice fluffy ending.
Anyway time to end this little note, thank you all for the favs, follows, and reviews. They mean the world to me, they really do.
Remember always that I love you all.
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A Brother's Concern
Ed could hear Mustang talking quietly to Al, probably informing him of the conversation they had just had. He felt a strange sort of calm, kind of like the feeling he had before going out into the cold to die. It was the feeling of acceptance at what was to come. He could just imagine Al letting him have it, like the time when he had almost been killed by Scar. How had he forgotten Al's despair at the thought of being left alone?
What a fool he had been.
Clunky footsteps sounded down the hall, gradually getting closer and closer. A metal head peaked around the corner, eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.
"Brother, the colonel said you wanted to see me?" Ed flinched at the worry and pity in his brother's voice. This might be harder than he thought.
"Yes, come on in Al." The armor was at his side in an instant, crouched down by his head by the couch. Ed let out a groan and propped himself up on his elbows. Al reached out to help but was batted weakly away; he didn't need his brother's help. He heard movement in the hall and saw Mustang standing in the doorway, watching the brothers with a gentle stare. Ed knew he was trying to keep his earlier promise.
"Brother, I'm so sorry." Edward looked back at his brother in shock. The armor before him was shaking.
"What do you have to be sorry for?" He asked, drawing Mustang's jacket closer to himself. He still felt so cold.
"I should have done something; I should have known how depressed you were. How could I be so blind?" If Al had had his body Ed knew he'd be in tears. Now he had to make do with his armor shaking.
"How could you have known?" Ed asked gently, finally feeling like the older of the two. "I showed little to no signs; I should be the one apologizing."
"But we're always together! How could I not see a change in you?" He cried, fists clenching into his knees.
"I've learned to be really good at hiding my emotions. I didn't want you to worry about me or treat me differently." Edward explained, heaving himself up into a sitting position.
"It's a little late for that now." Al stated simply, no anger in his voice. "You have me worried sick and there is no way I am letting you out of my sight."
"I know Al. I don't deserve your trust after all of this." Why wasn't Al yelling at him? How could he not be mad? The younger brother let out a sniffle and fixed his brother with a burning gaze. Ed braced himself against Al's wrath.
"You can't do this alone brother, please let me help you." His eyes widened in shock. Al wasn't mad?
"Al, I can do this on my own…" He trailed off as his brother's gaze seemed to darken.
"You've shown today that you can't, stop being stubborn and let me help you for once." He sounded more frustrated than anything. Ed let out a sigh as he admitted defeat.
"You're right." He admitted, lowering his head. "I obviously can't do this on my own, and I'll accept your help."
