Shattered(Prologue)

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  I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood (it would be awesome if I did!);3

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(y/n)POV:

*Flashback age 11*

I breathed in the scent of my mother's delicate body as she slowly slipped away from my grasp. I felt so weak, so helpless....just utterly shattered.

"NOOOOOO! PLEASE DON'T TAKE MOMMY AWAY! I NEED HER, AND SHE NEED'S ME JUST AS MUCH!"I shrieked in sheer agony, the information of my mother's dead body not fully grasping my mind yet. The tears that threatened to form on my lower lashes, slowly fell down my caressed cheeks. Finding a spot in which they may rest, and finally trickled down my (h/c) hair. After what seemed an eternity of sobbing, my (e/c) orbs finally received a rest. As I too fell asleep on the cold, unforgiving ground.

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The next morning I woke to the once comforting chattering of birds, only to be reminded of my mother's tragic death as I stood out of my makeshift bed. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I saw a mere reflection of my mother's physical qualities, further breaking down my morality. Until all I could think about was the pitiful little girl I had become. Wishing that this was all a nightmare, so that I could resume my peaceful life.

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*time skip: a few hours later*

As I tried to prevent myself from any further stress, I decided to take a stroll around my lovely home town, Resembool. Not many people occupied the town, but the citizens who did, seemed to be muttering about a few children who had lost their mother. It sucks to know that other children have to bear the burden of losing a loved one...It's just... so cruel! I thought as I quietly cried,  shielding my (e/c) eyes from the concerned people around me.

".....funeral for Trisha Elric....depressing...poor kids..." is all I could make out from the conversations around me. Feeling pity and curiosity, I decided to attend the funeral at the Resembool cemetery, noticing that few had even bothered to show up.

As I made my way around the tall figures, I was aware of two small boys. One lightly stroking the grave with tears falling down his golden-brown eyes, while the other turned the other direction, bearing an angered look on his beautiful face. Thus seeing their distressed actions, I decided to approach them directly, an overwhelming amount of sadness lingering around the two, what I presumed were brothers.

"I-I'm sorry about your l-loss." I whispered, whipping away the few tears that lingered in my eyes.

"Its not your fault, there's no need to apologize" he said angrily, but as he faced me he saw how depressed you looked, and feeling sorry he added, "Are you okay?....I-I'm s-sorry if I upset you."

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*Edward's POV*

"Are you okay?....I-I'm s-sorry if I upset you." I murmured, and as I looked at her, I couldn't help but notice her (h/l) (h/c) hair framing her delicate face, in a beauty that caused me to blush. I'm a damn idiot! Making her cry like that, surely she had a reason for trying to comfort me....but ..what? I thought as I saw her (e/c) eyes dart to the ground. While a light pink blush appeared on her face. Dammit! Why do I have to screw up around every girl I see?! I don't want to see her cry like tha-

" Well....yesterday my own mother d-died from a failed operation after recently becoming the victim of a vicious car crash. One that I-I was lucky to s-survive. And seeing other people go through something so similar to the trauma I endured....it doesn't make you too good..." the depressed girl stammered as she wiped away the continuous flow of tears.

After a few moments I finally said, "I'm sorry I didn-" but before I could finish she gently wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a comforting embrace. It was filled with so much emotion, almost more than words could describe. She told me that she forgave me. That I had no reason to pity her. And that we would be able to make it through this together.  Feeling her wet tears fall upon my shoulder. At first I was stunned. It was so unexpected, I almost pulled back. But I immediately fell into the hug , sensing her delicate figure shift even farther into my aching heart.

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*time skip: 1 year later

Ed and (y/n):age 12 ; Al: age 11

*(y/n)POV*

       I was very grateful to have met Ed and Al, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't have fallen in the kind arms of 'granny' Pinako, Winry's aunt. After they saw me alone with Ed and Al at their beloved mother's grave, they pitied me, and decided that they could use another mechanic. Also, I was fortunate enough to learn some alchemy, due to my ability to some -what understand the difficult books. In which my knowledge of both the Law of Equivalent Exchange, and of the world grew.

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*Ed's POV*

     As I glimpsed at (y/n) looking peacefully at the marvelous sunset, I had realized something, through all of the time we've spent together, our wounds have slowly healed. Leaving fresh scars as a sign of our continuous struggles to become better people.

     At first, she was shy, and I plainly viewed her as another passing face in the depth of my memory. However, as Al and I had grown to know her, I had also grown to care for her in a way that was completely unfamiliar to me...

   Although, I wasn't quite sure if I could define it as love......

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     ELLO EVERYONE!!!!(A/N)

Ello everyone!! So this is my first fan fiction(that I have written anywhere*as the comment states*) So please go easy on me!

    Thank you for all that support my story...I truly appreciate it!:)

I will be updating as soon as possible, but 8th grade homework*yes I know.. its a shock I'M IN 8TH GRADE!;0*  can get a little time consuming. Anyways , I wish all of you good luck on your stories!

         ~Bye Bye:3

P.S. I will be accepting any ideas for future chapters..... just leave a comment and I will respond to you as soon as I can;3  





































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