Before Trisha died, Edward had another interest besides alchemy. Guitar. With a strum of his fingers, he could bring forth a beautiful sound from the secondhand instrument he held. After she died, however, the guitar was never taken from its case and was eventually burnt along with the house. Now, years later, Alphonse has bought him one. The promised day is in the past, Alphonse has his body back, their wrong have been righted. But will Edward be able to play those familiar and beautiful notes and chords once again? (Note: The cover image is from Pinterest. The words on it have nothing to do with the story.)

Edward is sent to war. He lives through it, but is plagued by the memories. Sometimes he wonders if he should have just died. Sometimes he wonders if he should just off himself.

At twelve, nearly thirteen, Edward Elric was sent to war. They said he had to fight... But they didn't say he had to live.

(DISCLAIMER: This fanfic has elements that strongly relate to a similar story called 'Morphed', by WrathandRain. Check it out, as it is amazing and they used the general beginning far more effectively than me.) Edward has been missing for just over a month, with no leads to his whereabouts in all of that time. People are starting to lose hope in finding him. All besides Roy Mustang, Edwards commanding officer, Maes Hughes, a parental figure to Edward, and Alphonse Elric, Edwards younger brother, believe that the famed alchemist is dead. When they do find the answers they seek, it is not as it seems to be. Nothing is as it should be, and Fullmetal seems to be no more, a uncontrollable and unpredictable being left behind.

Twenty-eight. That's how old Edward Elric was when the bullet that finally killed him was fired from the barrel of a rifle. However, when he appears in front of Truth, despite having given his portal up long ago, Edward is faced with a dilemma. Pass on...or start over?