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16 May 2018
“H-Hello...Where am I?” Sitting up his head turns and stares right into a mirror. His hair. It’s short. His eyes aren’t golden anymore. They’re just brown. His hand reaches up to touch his face and he pulls at his cheek. With wide eyes he jumps up from the bed he was sitting on and stares at his hands. He stares at both of his flesh hands. He lets out a loud shout and looks around his- no this can’t be his room. What the hell is going on here? On the desk there is a photo. It’s him and a dog. He picks it up only for it to slip out as the bedroom door flies open.
“Edward you better be dressed the protest is starting soon and I made bre-” The man goes silent as Edward bends down to pick up the shards of glass. Edward’s eyes go wide as he sees Hohenheim standing in the doorway. “Don’t use your hands you’ll cut yourself. Reckless boy. Let me go get the vacuum.” All he can do is stare at the door as his father walks away. He stands up holding the photo in his hands.
“What the hell is a vacuum?”
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