"I slipped this in your pocket when you weren't looking. You're a good kid. You always will be and I hope to see you again one day. We're with you no matter where you go or what you do.
Ps- This also came with the little note. It was mine before I made my gloves. Best of luck my little sister, we all love and miss you. –Roy Mustang."
I stretch and yawn. How many times had I read this? 20, 30, 50, 70, 100? I don't know but it kept me going sometimes. How rude of me, I didn't re-re-introduce my self now did I? My name is Gwenivear Roth, and I'm 18 years old, though in this world my real name is translated as Gwyneth. I'm about 4''10 with short spiky jet black hair and electric blue eyes. About a month ago, I came with my best friends out of Shamballa and into this world so that I could be with them. "Them" would be Edward and Alphonse Elric.
Anyways, I walk into the kitchen of our apartment and sit down on the couch. I almost fall asleep again until Al run in and bouncing down on the seat beside me. "GWENNIE!" "AHH!" I fail my arms and face plant that floor. Al laughs nervously and sweat drops. "Sorry Gwen." Edward walks in, "What's going on? All the yelling woke me up." Al smiles at him, "Brother!" I push myself up to a sitting position. "Hey Eddie~!" He smiles at us and Al looks at me, "So what are we doing today?" I twirl my ring on my middle right finger. Roy's last gift, his array on a ring instead of gloves. I never take it off for fear of losing it but people do seem to notice that it's a weird "design". I smile as I look up, "So what would you two like for breakfast?"
I again yawn and this time I bang my head on the table. Ed looked at my and blinks, "Nightmares?" "No sleep at all." I admit. I breathe deep and sigh. "Do you want to go back to the markers?" Al asks. "It'll take half the day are you sure you want to go?" They exchange a glance and I jump up, "Its fine you two I'll go by myself." I walk out fastly and shut the door before they could object. I walk down to the grave markers we created for all of the people who had died. Aiden, Knox, the other Alphonse (even though he already had a grave here) and both their parents. It was just a place where we could air our grief alone or with each other, either way it was a really good idea for Al to suggest. I sit against the oak tree growing beside the lined graves. I shift and look at Mrs. Elric's.
I stand up and grab my coat. "Hey Al I'll-." "Be back later. I know Brother." He says smirking at me. I run out the door and down the path to where I know Gwen went. It takes a few minutes but I get there. I stop and listen because I know she's talking. It's wrong to eavesdrop I know but its Gwen she wont mind. I stay leaned on the other side of the tree to where she can't see me but I cant here her.
"…Elric. You have lovely sons. I wonder if we would've know you were sick, I'm sure Al and Ed and I could've gotten so good at Alchemy that we could've healed you. But so someone I love once told me, bringing back the dead only brings more pain. Ed," she gives a good laugh but I can tell she's crying, "He's hard headed and stubborn and frustrating…" I sweat drop and go to say something but she goes on. "Then again I'm temperamental and crazy and hard to handle. Then there Al. My gosh what a saint he is. Of course between me and Edward I don't know how he manages to keep his patents and stay calm with the both of us. If you were still alive, do you think you would've liked me as much as you did then?"
"She would've loved you." I say moving around to the front of the tree. She turns around, trying to not let me see her cry. I sit down beside her and take her hands from her face. "Don't cry. I hate it when you cry I feel like I did something wrong." She looks up and blinks then hugs me. I look down at her and say, "You won't have to cry again alright? I promise I'll never let that happen. Now lets get back to the house, Al's waiting for us.