Chapter Two ~ Dreams Fly Out the Window
Hohenheim's jaw dropped.
Trisha.
Was.
Willing.
To.
Leave.
Them.
The Boys.
The House.
Resembool.
Her Home.
Their Home.
Hohenheim closed his mouth and opened to speak, but nothing came out.
Trisha stared at his eyes for a minute, no thoughts shown on her face.
Hohenheim clutched her shoulders harder. He couldn't speak. He was tongue-tied.
"Goodbye, Hohenheim."
Trisha pushed past him, her face level but her eyes blind. She didn't see anything but white. Everything was gone. Her happiness and reason for living flew out the window. Why should she stay here?
Hohenheim was frozen at the spot. He stared at the spot Trisha was just standing. "...Why?" His voice was quiet, but desperate.
Trisha wasn't in the room anymore, yet she could hear him.
"Why are you willing to leave the boys so quickly?"
Trisha brought out her suitcase in the other room, still listening.
"Why are you willing to leave your home?"
Trisha turned to go get her clothes.
"Do you want the boys to forget their mother?"
Trisha put down her unmentionables first.
"They won't remember your smile."
Trisha placed down some pants that fit every season.
"They'll only grow up knowing 'Daddy'".
Trisha started placing down socks.
"We'll be lost without you."
Trisha placed down her shirts and jacket.
"You'll be throwing away all these years."
She started placing down the few accessories she owned.
"All your friendships will be gone."
She grabbed the frame of their last family photo and stared at it.
"Why do you want to leave this all behind?"
She threw it to the ground and let the glass shatter to a thousand pieces.
"Why?"
She zipped up her suitcase.
"Why?"
She grabbed it and started walking, her hand on the front door quickly.
"TRISHA!" Hohenheim's desperate call was enough to break a million hearts.
She closed the front door and left Hohenheim frozen in time.
"I loved you... So much..."
He fell to his knees and left himself defenseless against the approaching darkness.