Alright, I lied. I’m posting this short-short. But if you’re interested, let me explain it-

I’ve been at OU for three days now. Three long, long, long days of practice. And it seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t quite seem to make it. Then we finally had auditions this morning. Even with pain-killers to cover the pains through my body, I completely buggered up the audition. Then we got the list of members this evening- I wasn’t on it. In part I was relieved, but I was also very disappointed. But my boyfriend did make it (on trumpet for the record). And I want to say ‘Hoorah!’ for him- I’m very proud (then again, I knew he’d make it- he’s an excellent trumpeter). But he had to leave really quick for an evening rehearsal and I was left quite alone for the first time since I got here. Feeling very disappointed and dejected, I kind of had a ‘breakdown’ moment and decided to go for a walk on campus to try and clear my mind. While on that walk, I wrote a poem to try and get out my feelings (for the record, I think it turned out pretty good). Then on the way back to the dorms, I had a moment kind of like Ed does in this story, and I decided to write it down. Between the two, it was a sort of ‘therapy’ for my haywire nerves, thoughts, and emotions. And who better to use than Ed and Roy? I’m sorry if Ed is ooc in this, but it was my own insights projected into Ed. Hopefully you’ll find it interesting none the less.

On the plus side for you all, me not being in Pride may give me a little more time in the day, which means the more likely I am to update sooner. (ha,ha… I said sooner… BOOMER SOONER!)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Roy or Ed. I do however own a State Alchemist’s watch.

Seen

Roy glanced over to his side as waited for the walk signal to change over on his way home from work. Most of those in the military headquarters would have expected to see some exotic, scantily clad female standing beside the renowned pervert. But no- it was Edward Elric who occupied that place. And currently said short alchemist was staring at the people in the cars that passed him by. One kind looking lady smiled as she looked back at him.

“Why do you watch for the people in the cars? Do you expect to see someone?” asked Roy off handedly.

“No. It’s just… the world’s too rushed. Over half the time people aren’t even aware of each other. Even when they stand face to face they don’t see each other, not really. When I look at the people in the cars, I can’t help but wonder if we’ve ever passed on the sidewalk, a mere few inches from one another. Or I wonder if we had met anywhere, would we have become friends? What’s their life like? What have they seen? Is their life any better or worse than my own? What are they thinking at that very moment? Could it be anything like my own thoughts? Maybe we share similar experiences and will never know that we are kindred spirits. Perhaps we met in a past life. I like to stop and think about it; how in the end, we’re all connected by our thought and reasoning abilities and by life in general. In the end, we’re not so different. We’re both just trying to live our lives as best as we can. And just sometimes, it’s those people you glance in that one moment who actually see you. Everyone else may look through you, but that one person- that person you may never see again- for that split second, they can really seeyou. And it gives me hope that maybe- just maybe- there’s still hope for us, as human beings. Because as long as we can still see each other, there is still hope.

That’s why I look at the people in the cars.”

Roy made sure after that to be careful when asking off handed questions.