Graveyard drabble||pridefulpsychopath
So you really aren't coming back?
Savannah bent down and gently placed the bouquet of flowers on the ground, in front of the headstone. "Selim, you idiot." She sighed sadly. The cold slab of rock read;
Selim Bradley, loving son, caring friend.
She had been staring at the same exact words every single day, a reminder of the guilt she felt. If he really was a caring friend, maybe he wouldn't have burdened her with a secret she knew she just couldn't keep.
He had told her that the military had learned of his true identity, and that he was to leave. He had to run away. She wasn't sure how they had found of or why they had taken so long to finally realize the truth. Because she had known about it for a while.
Violet eyes, the ability to regenerate, the obvious fact that he was hiding something, well, that was just enough to stir her curiosity. It was just enough for her to ruin everything.
Selim was a homunculus.
He didn't even have to tell her. Savannah had pulled countless strings with her father's old friends from the military and she had pulled out the largest collection of alchemy books. And that probably didn't go unnoticed. Central, although a large city, was controlled by one person. Everything happening eventually reached him.
So, therefore, she was the one to blame. Most people try to find a person to put the blame on, whether it be themselves, or another, but a problem never goes without a culprit.
It had been over a month. No Selim. She was sure she had meant something to him, at least enough for him to come back. And his mother. She was a mess. She firmly believed that he was dead, and it was only proper to stick a stone in the ground and carve his name onto it. Beneath her laid an empty coffin.
She knew, for a fact, that Selim was alive.
But she also knew that he was never going to come back. Because he hadn't left anything important behind.