A/N: Hi everyone, hope you are all doing well. Been buried in studies lately, I hope I can update more regularly again :)
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Panic: Oh really? Could you send me a link? I'd love to read your work! :3 Oh, gotta check that one (thanks for the hint about Greed and Lena, I'll try to correct that one ;) Ahh, I always look forward to your reviews buddy, best of luck at work and in general RL. Don't stress too much! :)
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AutomailSucker(Pouda-P): haha Of course I remember one of my dedicated readers :) it's good to see you around, haven't received reviews from familiar faces/names in a while ^_^ Thanks for the sweet compliments, ah I've been as fine as I can be, busy with studies. :P Oh I'm not sure which one you mean, what chapter was it that Winry dated a guy? (Ugh, I'm so sorry I forgot, but I'll look into it again). I agree about Trisha, she reallys deserves more attention.
Prompt: Inspired by the song "I'll be Good" by Jaymes Young.
I'll Be Good
I'll be good.
He thought with a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue as the metallic flavor of his blood hit him full force.
I'll be good.
He hadn't called in at least three months, that much he was sure of. Winry had tried calling, but with his wandering ways, she was never able to reach him.
I'll be good.
The end of a war was a joyous occasion, the start of another was not. Much less the war he was waging within his heart.
I'll be good.
So many people, so many people as there were alchemical formulas and laws. No, even more. He would never be able to remember each of their names, but he remembered their faces well.
And he had a feeling he wouldn't ever regret.
I'll be good.
He didn't know then how much of his life force would've been sapped away, healing destroyed muscle tissue with a gaping wound as his had been back when he had first thought Kimblee…
He should have been prepared.
But he wasn't.
I'll be good.
He felt like there was much more to the world than what he had experienced thus far. True, he may not have his alchemy anymore, but there was so much more, so many people to help, places to be, experiences to make.
And suddenly, it felt so small. So…insignificant.
Edward felt his ribs shake with the effort to breathe and he realized it took all of his strength to draw that shaky breath.
Air was escaping from another exit and he realized with rising dread that this time, not even alchemy could help him.
I'll be good.
He should have called more often, he knew. He shouldn't have come late to this brother's wedding. He knew that too. He shouldn't have always wrecked his automail just when it got repaired. He shouldn't have recklessly fought all those battles, he should have been more careful.
Now he would pay the price.
I'll be good.
It was too late for regrets, as he felt the numbness continue to spread over his body and now not even his ribs shook anymore.
Vision cloud with a sort of fog, Edward fought to keep his eyes open.
The last thing he wanted to see was something peaceful, beautiful. He regretted it wasn't Winry at that moment, or his brother happy with his family, or see all his friends before…
Edward swallowed thickly and he realized he didn't swallow, he had coughed out blood instead.
I'll be good.
He shouldn't have done as many mistakes as he had. If he had done fewer ones, maybe he could have saved a little girl, maybe he could have prevented a war that slaughtered many and spared little, maybe he could have done so much more.
But he didn't.
Now, his throat felt numb and he wasn't sure if he was even breathing anymore, the feeling in his eyes started to fade as well, vision interrupted by the lethargic blinking of his heavy eyelids.
It was time.
I'll be good.
Edward was never one to believe in god, despite coming close to defeating one in the past.
He closed his eyes, thinking of what was awaiting him at the gate of truth. Would Truth snort and say he was expecting him? Would he simply watch as Edward was pulled into nothingness and…ceased to exist?
Despite his eyes being closed, Ed could still envision the sky, bright, clear, blue.
Blue like her eyes.
His heart, or something close to it, constricted painfully and he wasn't sure if his body was moving or if he was imagining it.
Either way he was slipping.
I'll be good.
It was too late to remedy his mistakes, he knew that.
It was too late for regrets.
So, why was he feeling regretful?
With the last of his consciousness slipping, Edward Elric bid farewell to the world of the living and descended into something not even he was familiar with.
Despite the space being pure white, it reminded him of things.
Red like blood splattered on the battlefield of war.
Yellow like the golden hair of his brother.
Green like the lush grass back at home.
Gray like the old hag's head.
Black like a certain fire alchemist's fiery eyes and unruly hair.
Brown like the color of his loyal lieutenant's.
Teal like the summer dress he had once bought for his wife.
Orange like the stupid, overly colorful clothes of a certain Emperor of Xing.
And then blue.
Blue like her eyes but also like the sky.
A crystal, clear blue. Pure, good.
All that he was not.
"…I'll be good,"
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