I Can't Live Without You

This story is based off of a fanfiction I read once on Fanfiction.com. The character basings will be a bit different, but I really like the way it came out before. 1

I do not own anything that belongs to Hiromu Arikawa, sadly. I think I would love that, though..... my life would be complete Heke..... ^-^2

(This is a Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction, with a plot twist and a character change)3

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I can't live without you.5

That much has seemed to become obvious, now that I look over my desk. For once, it's empty. Never has this happened before. Something must be wrong, yeah? Something is not right. 6

Apparently Hawkeye thinks the same. Her face is nothing short of a pale mask of concern as she looks over the mahogany finish of my beatiful, dust-free desk. 7

I push my hands down on the dispenser of sanitizer, slathering it all over my hands before running my hands over the woodstain for the fourth time today. 8

An unasked question is settled in her gray blue hues.9

"Yes, Lieutenant?"10

"Sir.... Are we going?"11

A lovely breeze filters through the cracked window, rustling my raven bangs right before my char-colored eyes. I do not falter ast the words leave my lips.12

"Of course. Why wouldn't we? This is my tradition, Hawkeye. And I will live for it."13

And I will die for it.14

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The black cab that was sitting at the curb was a full telling hint that Hawkeye had already known that I would want to go. She knew that this commerce was mine and mine alone. 16

No one knew him like I did. 17

I stepped out of the vehicle, my shoes barely making an imprint on the grass. Hawkeyes concerned voice folllowed me all the way out of the vehicle.18

"I'll be back within the hour, sir...." Don't take too long. The unspoken message hung, untouched in the crisp morning air. 19

The tires retreated farr to slowly for my liking, but as soon as the sound of the vehicle was gone, my feet began to move for themselves. 20

One, two three.... Counting the steps, I know exactly how many my feet will take on the flawless grass. It's funny, how the grass chooses to grow without imperfection even when I have traversed this path every single day for a month. 21

Not even a trend. 22

I stop in front of the white marble tomb, knowing far to well what it says, it's shape, every detail. I need not look to see whose grave it is. 23

But, indeed, I do finally turn to stare into the blanched white face of death. 24

The name, the title jumps out at me, hitting me square in the chest as it has every single time I have come upon his grave. 25

Brigadier General Edward Elric26

I don't have time enough to read the date before my vision is blurred. Tears fall freely, unbidden and unbroken on my cheeks and down to the ground.27

Falling to my knees on the unforgiving marble, I lay my face against the sun warmed stone. My tears are ceasing slowly, something comforting me from the inside. 28

My eyelids are growing heavy, as if an unseen angel is pressing them shut. Allowing them to close, a smile dances across my lips at the notion that Ed may be watching me, at least from a better place.....29

Where ever you are, Ed..... I'm sorry I didn't say....
I love you.....