A one-shot with Hagaren. And no, I do not own the series. Arakawa Hiromu doesn't do well with bribes…
Took a break with Broken for a while. I'll update that as soon as I can think of something else to write.
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He never told her how he felt. Maybe he was afraid, but he was no coward. Maybe he was just afraid that she would reject him. Or maybe he was afraid that she would love him back, for he could never be with her. He would always leave her, as it was inevitable. He could never be by her side when she needed him and she deserved so much more than that.
It broke his heart the day she walked down the aisle dressed in white for another man. There was nothing he wouldn't give to be waiting for her at the altar, the one who would be bound with her in holy matrimony until death did them part. But it would never be, as the groom was his own brother. He loved them both too much; the two people in the world that he cannot live without. So he grinned and waited it through. Sometimes, it was the only thing you can do – just grin and hope for the best. Part of him died that day.
He left the reception early, feigning illness. He sat in the darkness of his room and stared at the metal arm she made him, the only memory he had of her. The flesh, he had given up years ago for his brother to be human again. He never regretted the sacrifice; he would do anything for his little brother.
As the watch in his pocket ticked the seconds away, he became restless until he finally scribbled a hasty note and left. He wandered aimlessly until he reached the remains of his old home and his mother's grave.
"Wish you were here, okasan," he whispered to the simple headstone. "You would've been so proud." He sat there for a long time as he listened to her silent reply.
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She found the note the next day. It simply said, "best wishes for the happy couple" in his untidy scrawl. She knew immediately that something was wrong. She showed the note to her new husband and all color drained from his face as he realized what his brother had done.
They ran to the lake where the brothers used to train as children. There he was, lying face up in the water. His trademark red coat floated around him like a large pool of blood as his golden tresses drifted to form a halo around his head. His sightless golden eyes stared up at the cerulean sky. His prized silver watch was tossed carelessly on the bank, still ticking. Ticking as Edward Elric's life had ticked away.
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