A/N: Angst has hit me like a brick wall. Oh dear.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Echo
She was scared of the dark. So scared, that she absolutely had to sleep with a light on, even if it was just a candle. To him it seemed stupid, but he had always liked the dark. Nothing could see you hiding in the dark. But then again, it did mean that you couldn't see anything either.
Loud noises startled her. That was annoying. Okay, she was only six but still did she really have to jump every time the door slammed shut or squeal if a dog barked at her? No was the honest answer. Still, he could forgive her, she was only little.
She liked to hold his hand whenever they went to town together. It wasn't that he minded really, it was just a bit odd. He asked why she had to hold his hand. She said it was to make sure he was still there. It was sort of sweet really.
Whenever she ran, she ran as fast as she could, laughing joyously as she did so. She ran so fast that she often fell flat on her face and burst into tears. That meant he had to carry her the long way home, just so there were no trace of tears when they got back. She told him it was strange he never ran fast. She said it felt almost like flying. He never admitted he always tried it when she wasn't around.
She was strangely energetic. She could never sit still for more than a few seconds, always on her feet, skipping, prancing and giggling. It irritated him that she was like that when he was stuck trying to understand such difficult texts, but at the same time it made him happy. She always so open, so free.
Major Mustang sighed and stared at the blank face young woman before him, her dead eyes reflecting the firelight as she clutched her gun almost protectively against her body.
He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the little girl he once knew.
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