Chapter Thirteen
Ed couldn't sleep that night. He paced through his bedroom, telling himself that everything would be alright, but knowing that it wouldn't. How could it be? How could it be, when someone could be watching you at any second of the day? He'd just seen that it was true. This man obviously knew his stuff. He had many vantage points to watch from, and Ed didn't even know one of them, besides all the way across the street. He wondered how many other times he'd been recorded before that.
At around five in the morning, an hour before he had to get ready for work, he found a notepad and a pen. He had an idea. He was gonna leave this man a note, and make sure that it was found. Unsure of what to actually put down, he just began writing off the top of his head, his thoughts running three times faster than his pen.
I
want to get one thing through to you. I don't love you. And even
more important, you don't love ME. You don't even know the first
thing about me, no matter how many times you tell yourself I'm
lying. I don't know what this is, but I know it's not love. You
can't just see someone and think that you love them. Yes, I'm
saying that love at first sight isn't out there. I don't believe
in it. You have to get to know someone first, which you clearly
haven't done, because then you'd know that I don't appreciate
having my life threatened. And yes, I'm talking about how you
threatened to kill me. That morbid flower, note, and tape thing last
night was completely insane. So, will you just take a minute to think
about this? Forget about what you think we have, and move on, or I'll
call the cops and charge you with stalking.
Edward Elric
He'd written in very large letters to get his point across, and by the time the note was finished, it was a couple pages long. Feeling a small sense of accomplishment and an even smaller sense of hope, he folded the papers in half and stuck them under his door on his way out to work. Maybe it really was about to end.