Grave
Hughes' name still looked freshly chiseled on the granite. Ed wonders if he ran a finger against the words, would he cut his finger on the sharp edges?
The day was important in the most morbid of ways: the anniversary of a general's death, and the only occasion where both of them would travel up to Central for a cemetery.
There were signs that others had already been there. A framed picture of Roy and Riza on their wedding day was propped against the headstone, Roy's bad handwriting reading 'I can't believe you missed out, buddy'. A picture of Gracia and Elysia was there too, hidden behind a bouquet of flowers.
It had become tradition to put the pictures on the grave, and while one of Mustang's group always gathered them up before it rained on them, no-one ever stopped putting them there. A picture of Ed and Winry's wedding day had sat for a while, along with a photograph of Elysia's first sundress of the new year. The pictures were like a timeline of their lives for Hughes, parts he should have seen himself.
Sitting back on his heels, Ed added another picture to the mix, his contribution for the year. The glass framing glinted as he set it down, and Ed stopped to look at it. He, Winry, Mei and Alphonse made up the center of the picture along with Josie and Henry, other members of their ragtag family littered into the mix. Pinako had taken the picture several times to get it right, but oddly enough, the one where they were all laughing had looked the best.
Taking a breath, Edward stood up. Winry pressed against his side in response, her warmth fighting off the autumn chill.
"Are you alright?" She murmured, her gaze not leaving the headstone.
Ed nodded, swallowing with some difficulty. "I will be."