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Warnings: angst
Word Count: 200
Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: 1000 Suns
Summary: It's already been too long and Hoenheim is tired of being.
He had stopped counting. 1000 suns.
1000 suns into his new existence and he had stopped counting. Eternity was far too bleak a perspective. What hopes he had, aspirations for the future, they all died away with his country.
His country. A land where eyes and hair burned brighter than the sun itself. Far more nurmerous than the sun by far. It paled in comparison. All gone. Burned out like dying flames. No, like dying suns.
All that's left now is a desert. A wasteland. A wasteland of his once home. A wasteland of his hope. Nothing left but sand and the ash-taste of the decay of vitality.
Created, destroyed, created again. This time there's no end in sight. Every soul he has puts up a bitter fight and, in the end, lays down the white flag of defeat. He lies there in the desert, 1000 suns away from home, and thinks, I want to die. He isn't allowed anymore.
1000 suns nearer to giving up, giving in, and someone comes. Someone finds him. And, unlooked for, hope rises again. A little sun in his chest.
After all, fires can be rekindled. And one sun's death means another sun's birth.