Title: Untitled

Rated: T

Characters: Reader, Edwarda Elric

Pairings: One sided RoyEd

Note: 2003 series, Post-Shamballa. You are a journalist sent to interview the local old maid, Edwarda, who is on her death bed. The idea for this was taken from a set of gifs being reblogged earlier. The format itself is based off the Star Trek: Deep Space Nine episode In the Pale Moonlight.

You glanced at the old lady in her wheelchair. "You never married or had any children." It wasn't a question but she nodded anyways. "Did you ever fall in love?"

She sighed. "When I ran from him, I had expected to see him in a few hours. All I want to kick Dante's ass and go see him after he finished Pride off. I never thought it would happen that way. I should have told him I loved him then. Instead I was slain by my own half-brother. Stupid Envy…

"I digress… When I first saw Maes there in Munich, it was the first time it really hit me. I was gone and could never return. I went home and wept that night. Alfonse always wondered what was wrong and I never told him. I finally did, standing at his tombstone the next time I was there.

"The next time…" She lifted her head finally. It felt like she was staring into your soul but you knew she was really searching her own, trying to find the words to say. "…The next time… The Gate, that portal. Envy. I was glad to go through. Then there he was. All I wanted to do was run over and kiss him until I lost my senses, but I was in a fight and couldn't be distracted. He still looked so handsome even with that eyepatch.

"He wanted me to stay, but I had to get people back to their own home. So I returned here, breaking my heart all over again. I had my brother back because he came with me but a part of me was missing. It stayed behind in Amestris.

"I never got to tell him. I thought I saw him at the library once but I couldn't… I didn't want my heart to break a third time. "

You shut your notebook and turn on your car. You wonder about everything she said, Amestris and sins in particular. You eventually put it aside as old age having addled her mind. She had died after answering your question about her love life. How would you report that to your superiors? As you drive home, her final words rang through your mind.

Roy, look at me. I'm ancient. You're long gone but I can feel you here. Reunited at last. I love you, Roy Mustang.