(a/n) AHM A TERRIBLE PONY. Sorry. Not only has it been forever, but all I have for you is a SAD drabble.
"Little girl, are you alright?"
"I'm alright." She stubbornly wiped her tears away.
"Then why were you crying?"
"I wasn't crying. No way." Her face down in a frown. Tears falling to her dark dress.
"Would you like a flower to put on your father's grave?" Her eyes widened as the older blond man proceeded to cause a beautiful white lily to be made out of thin air.
"Wow!" She stood up, taking the delicate bloom in her hands. "How did you do-...that. Sir?" She looked around frantically. "Where did you go?" She picked up the flower, eyes full of wonder. "It's beautiful." She held it delicately in her hands, looking at her father and mother's graves. "Here." She said, tears pricking again. Placing the bloom between the graves.
"Mom?" Edward's round innocent eyes began to show sadness. Jerking the mother back to the present. "You don't like it?"
"No, Edward, dear. The Lilly is wonderful. It's just. Normally these flowers are used for funerals. It reminded me of a time, your father made a Lilly for me. When my father died. It was so sweet." She took the flower to the window sill, and added it to her vase.
That Lilly, never died. It's still there to this day. "I love it dear. I love you. Both of you. My little geniuses." She brought her hand up to her mouth and coughed lightly. "Now, you two, be a couple of dears and go pick up some groceries for me?"
"But! Do I haft'a?"
"Yes, Edward. But Alphonse is going too."
"Yay! I love going to the market."
"Sissy."
"Hey!" Ed evaded his brother and ran out the door laughing devilishly, leaving Trisha to herself. When she was alone, she could cry without upsetting her children. Her heart had grown weak. So heavily invested in Hohenheim. So devoted to seeing him smile, him being happy. So much so that her rebellious spirit and her drive and vibrance began to flicker. Her physical heath began to dwindle too.
Hohenheim always said he loved my smile. Said that's what made him fall in love with me.
As she thought, she felt the edges of her mouth fall as a violent cough rose in her throat.
My medicine, I'm out of medicine. She stumbled over to the table, to pick up the fruit she normally brought as payment to Pinako.
I have to stay strong, for my boys, for, Hohenheim-
Her thoughts cut short as she coughed again, vision filling with stars, and then black. She fell to her knees the fruit foling from her arms. She squinted out. with a last,
"I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my promise."