Yes, it's short as crap, I know. Please try to excuse it from that. Though you might need to excuse it from other things. Maybe it's just me, but it seems as if the story speeds up as it goes on. That tends to happen when people start talking, actually. Anyway, it has been a while since the manga ended. I think. I dunno, please ignore my ramblings and just read the story.

Coming

The crisp Resembool air filled his nostrils as he walked along the dirt path, the blue sky overhead clear and unmarred. He took his time, gazing about, seeing the sights he'd taken for granted so many years before. The grass rustled in the wind, flowing, dancing fluidly to an inaudible waltz. The sun shone brightly down from above, enveloping all in its reach in a friendly, gentle embrace. Mud squelched cheerfully underfoot as he veered off the road and began an uphill trek.

He passed through rows of faded gravestones as he made his way, each with a story behind them. Had he spent less time cooped up researching in the dark recesses of his home, perhaps he might have felt a genuine emotion for some of the engravings, aside from simple pity. As it was, though, he had not, and instead regarded the sea of headstones as little more than a slight distraction until he finally reached the familiar marker of Trisha Elric.

Sighing with a drawn-out exhale, his bones creaked as he sank slowly to the ground, cross-legged. "I'm home," he said automatically. He sat for a moment, reveling in the sense of content he managed to grasp at by being with his beloved. "I had some stuff to take care of. Sorry it's been so long."

He leaned forward and traced the worn lettering, half-mindedly murmuring the inscription aloud. His mind wandered in its free rein. His proposal to her, in the very field he overlooked. Alphonse's birth, bawling as his brother inspected him. Edward's first experience with dairy, a tipped-over glass of milk running off the table as the boy had ran off to gargle. Their first family photograph, the first time he had truly held his son, truly felt part of a family. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Thank you," he said, smiling. "I have family, I'm actually happy to be alive."

"But it's a tad lonely without you," he spoke to the gravestone again. Sighing once more, leaning back and looking up at the skies above. "I miss you, your smile."

His neck muscles relaxed, and his head dropped with, for the first time in his life, a genuine laugh. "Sorry I couldn't keep our promise. Just wait a bit longer."

Closing his eyes, he smiled his last as his head hung limp. "I'm coming."

Pinako came over the ridge.