While I waited...
Havoc sat on the bench, waiting. He wasn't sure what he was doing here, why he had come. He supposed it was the memories that drove him, memories of the sun sparkling off a golden head, of golden eyes melting him with their heat. It was what sustained him through the long days, through the even longer nights. He knew that just opposite here was the last place Ed had been seen. His beautiful Ed.
Why didn't you come back? What happened to you? When will you return to us?
Still, they all waited. Waited for what could never come. For who could never come. But inside, Havoc didn't believe that to be true. He knew Ed was somewhere, trying to get back. If nothing else, he would be trying to get back for his brother.
And who know? Maybe, just
maybe, part of him is trying to get back for me too.
I was wasting away...
It had been a year now. Havoc still returned to the bench, every night. He got what little sleep he could while sitting there. Sometimes, someone would take pity and hand him a sandwich, perhaps a drink. Otherwise, he sat, waiting. After all, if his love had disappeared there, then surely he would return from there too. So he waited, night after night, relying on his memories to sustain him. Thinking of when he had first told Ed he loved him. When Ed had first confessed he felt the same. Of how Havoc had promised him that he would take care of him, that he would always be there. He wasn't going to break that promise. He was going to remain, so he could still be there for him when he returned.
Hope was wasting away...
Two years. Two years with only memories. Havoc struggled to return to his place. Why hadn't he come back? Surely if he could, he would have by now. It had been so long. So long. There were only the two of them now. Two who still believed that Ed could possibly come back. But Havoc felt his hope fading, felt himself with thoughts he thought he'd never have.
What if he won't come back? What if what happened was worse than Al and I thought? Or what if it was better?
The guilt that followed these thoughts was almost enough to kill him. He couldn't give up on Ed. Never.
Faith was wasting away...
Three years. Havoc no longer believed that Ed would return to them. He still came though, waiting. It was as though Ed could still be alive if he returned to the bench. The night he didn't go, would be the night Ed died. Some nights though, he wasn't alone. Some nights Al would join him. Al was the only other who understood what it was Havoc was trying to do. How? Havoc didn't know. But it was enough that he did. They never spoke. Just sitting there, they would look at the place, at the stars, sometimes at each other. Al understood.
I was wasting away...
So he waited, night after night, relying on his memories to sustain him. Memories of heat, of stolen afternoons, of love. Of the past.
Owari