Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor ever will, Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters within.
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Ceilings
Ed tilted his head back until it hit the wall behind him and looked up at the ceiling. Ceilings were always different. They were usually always white, but some had cracks, some were stained, on some you could even see the brush strokes. He hated ceilings.
Edward had seen a lot of ceilings. He hated these ones most of all. Hospital ones. They were usually plain but they had failure and guilt offsetting that whiteness.
Footsteps came close and someone sat beside him.
"What are you doing, Ed?" Hughes asked.
"Wondering when I won't have to look at ceilings anymore."
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Author's Note: Hospital ceilings are never the most pleasant ones to see. And ceilings, real or glass, are merely limits to surpass.
silken :)