A/N: Thanks once again to everyone, you know who you are. Oh, and Carissa, my apologizes that I didn't use your idea. I just thought of something really good and well, sorry. TT-TT
004. Grave.
"So this is your mother's grave?" the young man asked her. She knelt down to place the one lone flower and nodded. She said a melancholy yes. He felt the need to say something meaningful, but nothing came to his mind.
"What did she die from?" he asked. She was looking at him all the while until he asked her this.
"Father, didn't say. Part of me thinks that she just left us and he put this grave her to make me think she was gone forever," She glanced back to the house and shivered. She wondered if her father was watching. No, he was probably lost in his studies.
"The situation seems unreal," he finally spoke.
"What do you mean? You haven't known him for that long,"
"True, only a year now, but still I don't think any man would want to fake his wife's death,"
"I think I understand now why she left," as she spoke this, she felt the needles that carved the tattoo in her back. He didn't understand her yet, "Mr. Mustang, can you promise me one thing though?"
"What is it?" He answered her enough though he hated being referred to as such. He thought he was too young for such titles.
"That you won't leave me alone with him," He looked quickly back at then house and then at her. He wondered why was there a need for such a promise. He didn't understand, but agreed, knowing that if he didn't things would simply fall apart.
A/N: I regret doing this. I should have done your idea Carissa. *hides*