Hi there again! reviewer responses are at the end of the chapter!
Disclaimer: In know way do I own The wonderful glory that is Fullmetal Alchemist. My sister, Lavender-Spirit does own Complete Steel Chemist. The title doesn't do it justice...
Warning: This small chapter in what I hope to be a long succesful fanfic does contain a spoiler from episode 25. you know the one i mean. Said spoiler may cause weepiness, anger at a certain palm tree haired sin, and an over excessive need to cram yourself full of that most comforting temptress; chocolate. In any other case, enjoi.
I set the flowers down on his grave, after the Colonel had left with Miss Hawkeye. I didn't want them to see me. I didn't want them to know how much I miss him.
As I kneeled in front of his grave, It began to rain, just as I overheard the Colonel say it would. Fridgid droplets formed themselves, if only to cry in anguish for the loss of a man called Maes Hughes. I know, I cried more than I ever had today.
I think I loved him. Now, I know what you're thinking. "He's way to old for you." "He had a wife and a child, whom he loved with all of his heart." Yes, I know all of that, thank you very much. But I don't need judgement from some silly book I'm writing in to appease my own grief. Funny, the bookworm creates her own book. And I meant that the love I felt for him was like the love I would feel for a father. It was something I'd never felt before. My own father had been so cruel...
Mr. Hughes (Brigadere General, now) always seemed to have room in his heart to spare, for anyone and everyone who needed it. My father was cold and uncaring; he never liked it when I read, and even though Mother never told me, I know he abused her. When he left, she did the best she could, raising me. But when she got sick and I had to put her in the hospital, I was as good as on my own.
He (Mr. Hughes, I mean) was the only person that I told who I was in love with. Besides my diary, aka-you. Edward Elric, I really do think I'm in love with him. And Mr. Hughes didn't laugh. He just smiled, put his hand to his forehead, and said, "Good Lord, now even Ed's having an easier time than Roy! I've really got to convince that man to find a wife!"
Those are just some of the reasons that I'm so devastated. You never understand what it feels like to lose someone, until you actually do. That's why this'll be my last entry. If somebody else reads this, I don't want them to find the information that I'm going to search for. So, farewell. Maybe someday, this will be published in memory of Mr. Maes Hughes. I'd like that, and I think he would too...
a/n: (sniffle sniffle) why? why Hughes? and why do I always wright the angsty, sad ones? okay, next will be a funny one! i know, I'm long overdue!
Reviewer Rsoponses:
kinokokichigai: small brain huh? the thing was- if you can guess the anine/manga in my last drabble, then you get... well, you get the satisfaction of knowing you were right. U
Flamara Cat Eyes: I've never killed the precious Edo-Sama before! I only put him in an irreversible coma, from which he awoke! The point is, what Ed had to give was entirely up to the reader. For all we know, he didn't want to bring Al back, he wanted to go party in the Bahamas, of something... All though that's highly unlikely. You can pretend the cost was Envy, if that makes you feel better.
Kir: Yeah, yeah. I know; I'm pathetic. If Roy calls you pathetic, there's really nothing you can say, is there? And yes, you are correct!