Drabble Ten: Best Wishes
"You can always count on me for one last beer." He said, grinning and sliding a picture of his daughter under the mug.
"Liar." Roy spat at the grave.
"I love you, I won't leave you." He stumbled out, blushing and looking away from her, finally in his own body.
"Liar." Winry whispered to the cold air, putting the yellow flowers down.
"Don't worry, I'll stick by ya." He grinned, clenching the cigarette between his teeth and rubbing the shorter's hair.
"Liar." Fury choked, hugging the stone, tears falling to the fresh soil.
Edward took it all in, sitting on the bench near a tree. The cold winter day would surely bring snow soon, seeing as flakes were already escaping the clouds. It seemed the Heavens were trying to cry for these lost loves. Ed sighed, wishing, wishing he could call them all liars for dying. But no one who spoke the word meant it. Golden eyes looked up to the gray skies, his breath creating a cloud of it's own as he whispered ever so quietly so only the spirits could hear.
"Best wishes."
End drabble ten.
Yea, should write something cheerful SOON.
