Very cool darkfic. The emotions just boil up in it.

Wow, that was great. Enough said.

The way you mold words, own them, give them shape and create such vivid textures. This in my opinion should be an inspiration to us all as it has been for me, to strive harder, to stretch farther, to reach out and grasp what lies beyond the horizon. This is true art and I congratulate you on a much-deserved job well done. I am looking forward to reading your future works with great enthusiasm.

Sad. i dont thimk this should be rated k because of blood and... stuff. not that many preschoolers watch FMA but you know

that was so sad

some of my storys are also sad but not as sad as this

I love it though

Just to clear it up, this is 2nd person POV and its Trisha, hence the 'I did not weep for my son as you did'.

Yes, Winry died to, and wanders the world as a ghost with Trisha.

I'm sorry, I'm lost. Ed died, I got that, but whose point of view was that? And Winry died too? And what was that last paragraph about? It might be just me, but it was hard to understand.

Wow, angsty. That was great Chiyo! Keep it up! _

Very good! -