Dreams are made from White Strings [Kimblee x Reader]

16.: Health

"You know what?", Isa squeaked in excitement.

"What is it?", you asked, wanting to know what the good news were.

"The doctor said that I only need one more treatment, then I am finally healthy again! And that everything is paid for, so you can come back!"

For a moment, the message needed to settle in, before you nearly burst into tears of joy.

"Really?", you asked. "Is that really true, Isa? Oh my god, I can't believe it!"

"Yes, it's true!", Isa rejoiced on the other end of the phone.

You were nearly hyperventilating at this point. Isa was almost cured! And the treatment was payed for, which meant that you could finally quit working for Kimblee, return to your sister and flee! You couldn't believe it, the best thing that could have happened, had happened!

Your journey had finally come to an end. Happier than ever, you said goodbye to your sister and promised her that you would pick her up as soon as possible.

When you had hung up, you turned to the Briggs soldier who had let you use the phone.

"Thank you so much!", you beamed at him, before a familiar voice made you turn around.

"(Y/n)." Miles was approaching you. It had been hard to look him in the eyes after what had happened the evening before, but all of that was forgotten now.

"Major Miles!", you exclaimed happily, ready to tell him the good news. But somehow, his dark gaze shut your happiness down.

"We're going to kill him", Miles said, his voice filled with anger. "You should stay with me for today, so you won't end up in the crossfire."

"Kill him?", you repeated as an unknown feeling spread in your stomach. "Kimblee?"

"Yes", Miles confirmed. "Just stay away from him for today, and you'll be free soon."

He hadn't even noticed that you had wanted to tell him something, he was lost in his focus and his bloodlust. Without giving you another glance, he went on to give out orders.

You were left with confused feelings. The joy you had felt moments before had passed, gone to make space for a dreadful feeling of fear.

This would have been it. Kimblee, who was a horrible being, would be killed, and you would be able to return to your sister. You should have been overjoyed, so why were you not feeling good?

But you didn't even need to ask yourself that question, because actually, you knew. Somehow, deep down, you didn't want Kimblee to die.

•

The assault had failed.

But, after a big explosion, Kimblee, two of his men and Edward had gone missing, and even though no corpses had been found, rumours of the Crimson Lotus Alchemist's possible death were already spreading.

You didn't believe it - Kimblee didn't die that easily - and Miles didn't either.

"As long as there's no corpse I'm certain he's alive", he told you on the way back to the cars.

"Hmm", you said, and finally, he paid attention to you again. But he read your disconsolateness the wrong way.

"Don't worry, (y/n), we'll get him. Until then, you are safe with me."

"I don't need your protection", you said way too harshly, but when you realized that, it was already too late.

"I'm sorry, sir", you apologized for your impoliteness. "But I am capable of taking care of myself. Also, I'd like to go back to Central. I want to see my sister."

"... Alright", Miles retorted after a few seconds of thinking. "I'll organize a car that'll take you to the station."

True to his words, one of the cars took you down to Briggs. In front of the station, Miles exited the car with you and walked you to the platform.

As the train arrived, Miles stopped you one last time

"Be safe", he said, and you finally came to the same realization as Kimblee, that he had some kind of feelings for you. For a split second, you considered bringing Isa and staying with him, but you knew that you would never see him as anything more than a friend. It was better to just leave.

"You too", you said. "And thank you, for everything."

He bid you farewell with a smile and a squeeze of your hands, and you both knew that you'd probably never see each other again.

It hurt, knowing that you would leave the few friends you had made behind, but your sister's safety was more important than anything.

During the train ride, all you could think about was where you were going to flee to.