Title: Haircut
Pairing: none, Ed and Al centric
Words: 138
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It was pure relief, to cut of that ponytail. Because there was no reason to pretend he was someone he's not anymore. Not when Edward was the one holding the scissors, and watching honey strands float to the floor, covering in a fine layer of broken dreams. The bister locks were all over him, tickling his nose.
Some were suntouched and sandy colored, some a bright blond that most people seemed to wish he'd had. But Edward's real hand pinches together a few strands and stuffs them in his pocket.
"Looks like Mom's," he whispers. And Alphonse remembers how much he'd loved those darkest strands that were nearly red, and the way amber shone in the sun.
Ed doesn't understand why Al starts crying, and he's not really sure himself, watching the wind blow the long hair away.
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A/N: I was just IM ing my friend and this came over me... I suppose it's post movie. Two drabbles in a day... think of it as part payment for not updating in so long... :D Review please!