Irreplaceable

“He’s gone . . .”

“I know,” he soothed, stroking his hair. “I know.”

Ed sobbed, and Mustang held him tighter, but nothing stopped the bitter ache of emptiness inside him. The sense of abandonment burned him from the inside out and the closeness of another human being didn’t seem to stifle it in the least.

He wanted Al.

He wanted his little brother back.