Epilogue

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5 years after

(Al's POV)

It's been five years. Five years since I got my body back. Five years since I confessed to Y/n...

Five years since she died.

"Brother and Winry have gotten married and have already had one kid. They named him Edwin. The have another child on the way, too. They said that it's a girl.

"Maybe this could have been us, Y/n. We could have started a family...

"But we would be really young," I let out a little laugh. "One day, this could have been us.

"I miss you so much, you know? It's been so hard not having that cheerful smile around or that new, sweet voice. I bet you would have wanted to stay longer.

"Brother misses you too. Everyone does. They built a little memorial in Central command for you. They took your weapons and placed them all nicely. They even created a little plaque in memory of you..." I begin to cry.

"Y/n, we all miss you. I love you, so much." I place the flowers on the ground and finish crying.

The flowers I placed there today had another quote that she wrote. This would be the last one we were able to give her. It was when she got her left automail...

Light up, light up.

As if you have a choice,

Even if you cannot hear, my voice.

I love you. Always.

(Narrator)

In the end, no one would ever get over the death of Y/n. Especially the Elric brothers. Edward saw you as the best sister he could ever ask for. Alphonse saw you as more than a sister. He would never date or marry anyone for the fact that no one would be like Y/n. She was unique in her own special way.

Roy and Riza would end up together and have 1 child.

Ed and Winry would have 3.

Roy became fuhrer.

Shikyo constantly came back and one day, she just stayed. She was in the possession of Al, for Y/n had passed her on to be Al's.

In the process of grieving Y/n's death, everyone had to remember one thing. It was a saying that has been said throughout literature for centuries, but it was true and everyone knew it.

Someone is never truly gone, unless they are forgotten.

Y/n was never forgotten.


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